The faith of a child

The story below is just that... a story, but it's one that could help remind us of the faith we are supposed to have in all of life situations. It may never play out as easy or well verse as the story below, it may take days, weeks months but rest assure, The Lord is on our side and he will answer any call when it's time and that's where our faith should always lay.

A little girl went to her bedroom and pulled a glass jelly jar from its hiding place in the closet.
She poured the change out on the floor and counted it carefully. Three
times, even... The total had to be exactly perfect... No chance here for mistakes.
Carefully placing the coins back in the jar and twisting on the cap, she
slipped out the back door and made her way 6 blocks to Rexall's Drug Store with the big red Indian Chief sign above the door. She waited patiently for the pharmacist to give her some attention, but he was too busy at this moment.
Tess twisted her feet to make a scuffing noise. Nothing. She cleared her throat
with the most disgusting sound she could muster. No good. Finally she took a
quarter from her jar and banged it on the glass counter... That did it!
'And what do you want?' the pharmacist asked in an annoyed tone of
voice. 'I'm talking to my brother from Chicago whom I haven't seen in ages,' he
said without waiting for a reply to his question. 'Well, I want to talk
to you about my brother,' Tess answered back in the same annoyed tone. 'He's
really, really sick...and I want to buy a miracle.' 'I beg your pardon?'
said the pharmacist. 'His name is Andrew and he has something bad
growing inside his head and my Daddy says only a miracle can save him now So how  much does a miracle cost?' 'We don't sell miracles here, little girl.. I'm sorry but I can't help you,' the pharmacist said, softening a little..

'Listen, I have the money to pay for it. If it isn't enough, I will get the rest. Just tell me how much it costs....' The pharmacist's brother was a well dressed man. He stooped down and asked the little girl, 'What kind of a miracle does your brother need?'' I don't know,' Tess replied with her
eyes welling up. 'I just know he's really sick and Mommy says he needs an
operation. But my Daddy can't pay for it, so I want to use my money.' 'How much do you have?' asked the man from  Chicago . 'One dollar and eleven cents,' Tess answered barely audibly.

'And it's all the money I have, but I can get some more if I need to.'  'Well, what a
coincidence,' smiled the man. 'A dollar and eleven cents---the exact price of a
miracle for little brothers. ' He took her money in one hand and with the other hand he g rasped her mitten and said 'Take me to where you live. I want to see your brother and meet your parents.. Let's see if I have the miracle you need.'

That well dressed man was Dr. Carlton  Armstrong, a surgeon, specializing in neuro-surgery. The operation was completed free of charge and it wasn't long until Andrew was home again and doing well. Mom and Dad were happily talking about the chain of events that had led them to this place. 'That surgery,' her Mom whispered. 'was a real miracle. I wonder how much it would have cost?' Tess smiled. She knew exactly how much a miracle cost..one dollar and eleven cents....plus the faith of a little child