Malachi dozed. More time passed. The sound of tears brought his attention back to the surroundings. On the other end of the bench was a woman, fifties, distressed. She had a tissue and was twisting it as if she were trying to squeeze some semblance of joy from the thin slip of cotton. Depression. This woman, Leah, was covered in darkness. She couldn’t see the light of day because her soul had been eclipsed by a physical imbalance. She contained love..perhaps only the kind that a mother or a grandmother can have. Yet, she was alone and questioned her worth. She had lost the love of her life, not to death, but to sin. She was searching for something, anything to hold on to. Malachi closed his eyes, praying she would speak. Depression had internalized her focus and despair had taken over. Malachi watched as the woman rose from the bench and left without a word or a look. Silence. Then, a guttural sound came from the messenger. He wept for God’s creation, absorbing the blindness most of them embraced. He didn’t understand why The Master continued to wait for them...
Malachi opened his eyes and for a moment thought he was back in heaven. An angelic child of around 3 or 4 stood before him. Her face was framed by a head full of dark corkscrew curls. Gracie. Malachi smiled as he observed the complete innocence reflected in her large, brown eyes.
She spoke. “What’s your name?”
Malachi couldn’t help it; the tears began to flow. He had waited and prayed and his prayer was answered—by a child.
He whispered. “Malachi”
Gracie looked down at the sidewalk and then lifted her heart shaped face to his expectantly. Her voice became a whisper. “You know Jesus, don’t you?”
“Yes, I do.”
Gracie’s face lit up with an unearthly light. She confided in a whisper. “I know Jesus, too.”
Malachi raised his old brows. “You do?”
Curls bobbed. “Yes, I pray to Jesus every night. I pray for my Mama and Daddy and Gammy and Papa and my uncle…” She paused. “Did you know Jesus hears my prayers, Mister?”
The years peeled off of Malachi’s form as he enthusiastically replied. “Yes, Gracie. Jesus does hear your prayers. And He will answer them. Do you trust Him, Gracie?”
She nodded with wide eyes. And just then a veil lifted and Malachi saw Gracie knelt beside her bed—a young woman knelt beside her. They prayed together. They prayed for Ezra, her uncle…Jordan, her daddy…and Leah, her grandmother. Gracie and the woman prayed for them to know God’s peace. Malachi then realized his purpose and the blessing he was supposed to give.
Amanda Williams is a forty-year old wife and mother of two who can still swing her pony tail and display just a tad of sass. She is also a Jesus loving girl who realizes she is nothing without the One who saved her. Amanda has two degrees specializing in serving students with special needs and is currently working in the field of Leadership Development. She is a Christian author, speaker, blogger, and publisher who loves serving beside her husband at her local place of worship, First Baptist Church of Ocala.