You can find Part 1 here.
From Sorrows Deep, Part 2
By Dee
“ ‘Naomi, I see so much of myself in you,’ she said quietly. And she uttered words I’d never expected her to say. ‘It frightens me.’
“That caught my attention quickly. I turned to look at her. ‘Why, Mama?’
“She looked sadly at me. Then she told me a story that would impact me for the rest of my life.
“ ‘Naomi, when I was your age, I had two siblings, just like you. My mother had just given birth to another baby. And I was angry, just like you. I was so mad at my mother.
“ ‘The new baby grew and grew. But, then, something happened. When she was three years old, a tragedy occurred. My baby sister, the one I’d been angry and jealous over, died suddenly. We never found out why.
“ ‘One minute she was sitting on the floor laughing and playing, and the next, she had passed out. She went into a coma that she never recovered from. I couldn’t live with myself after that.
“ ‘But then one day, my mother, your grandmother, came to me and told me that whatever bitterness and heartbreak I was dealing with would never heal. That is, she told me, unless I looked to my Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ.
“ ‘That day I gave my heart to the Lord. And I was forever changed. My mother had other babies, and I rejoiced when they were born.
“ ‘So, you see Naomi, I was struggling with the same things you are. But my mother forgave me, and most importantly, Jesus forgave me.’
“The whole time Mama was telling her story, I had tears streaming down my cheeks. I knew I could never be good enough. And it hurt to think that I had disliked you just because you were you. It hurt even more to think that you might be torn away, and that I might never see you again.
“Mama held open her arms, and I rushed into them. I blubbered out an apology, which Mama promptly forgave. I also gave my heart to my Savior that day.
“And now, Hannah, I’m giving you this story, because we’re all sinners, and we all need the free gift Jesus offers us. Without Him, we would be nothing. Without Him, we struggle alone. Even now, I give my sorrow over Daddy’s death to Jesus, and He helps heal my hurt.
“That’s also the reason why I love you so much. I don’t think you even knew that when you were born, I didn’t like you, did you now?”
Hannah’s voice was soft and quavery, but I heard it easily. “No, I didn’t. But Naomi, I want to give my heart to Jesus now.”
“Me too,” piped up two voices from the doorway. “We’re sorry, Hannah. Please forgive us?”
It was Daniel and Peter. I didn’t know it and neither did Hannah, but the whole time I was telling the story, they were sitting in the doorway. They had heard everything.
That day, I’m sure the angels rejoiced over the three new souls our Lord had saved. Our story is nothing much, but it shows the love of God, and the healing trust in Him brings.
From that day on, we noted a change in the triplets. They were caring and joyful. Their newfound faith helped us to see the light.
And finally, I knew that though we mourned our father’s passing, our Father in heaven had a reason for his death: that through it, my three siblings would come to know Him. So it was through sorrows deep that healing was brought to our broken hearts.
