Anne Peterson

Healing words for wounded souls.

my Ginny doll

It was love at first sight. The Ginny doll used to come with her own trunk of clothes. I wanted a Ginny doll my whole life, but never had one, until yesterday. I decided to give myself a treat and go to a nearby thrift store. I love browsing, you never know what treasures you’ll find. And there she was brand new sitting in her own little box looking out the plastic right at me. It was certain, she was going home with me. And now when I look over and see her little face I can’t help but smile, knowing who gave me this doll. God is a personal God who sees the desires of His children, remembering their desires of yesteryear as if it were yesterday. He is the God of all time. And the joy that I feel knowing God gave me a Ginny doll reminds me of another special day when I received flowers.

I was a cashier for a local food chain waiting on customers when the cashier on the next register was talking to a customer about some flowers. I smiled as she showed them to me thinking to myself, “I like Lilies of the Valley.”

It was about ten minutes later another woman entered the store and walked directly over to me with her hand outstretched. “These are for you” she simply stated.

And there they were, Lilies of the Valley. I never remember anything so beautiful, these little white bells so full of fragrance.

God gave me those flowers, I’m certain of it, and yesterday, he gave me a Ginny doll. That’s the kind of God we have.

About Anne Peterson

I write words you can feel, sometimes they rhyme. If I'm not writing, I'm telling stories from my head, to little ones who call me grandma.

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