by Victoria Dillen
“Momma, Dada, Momma, Dada,” wrenched Mark from
the depths of sleep. Flipping the covers off, he staggered from
Marie was hysterical by the time he reached her. Picking her up,
he struggled to arrange her against his shoulder, as she
clutched her two dolls and teddy bear. He grimaced as one doll
giggled, the mechanism triggered by the pressure.
“Stupid doll,” he cursed, yanking it from between them, and
sending it sailing across the room, where it landed with a
He dropped into the oversized rocker, pulling the comforter onto
them both. Moonlight filtered through off-white sheers,
providing a soft night light as he rocked in rhythm with the
ticking clock, Marie’s sobbing slowly quieting.
I don’t think I can do
this. It’s too hard.
Leaning his head back, Mark closed his eyes. The words of his
sister’s letter came again, unbidden, into his weary mind.
Jennifer had thought so far ahead, writing it shortly after
Marie was born. He was surprised when the lawyer handed it to
him after the reading of the will. He had read it repeatedly
until he knew it by heart.
There is so much I want
to say, dear brother. We love you and both thank you for taking
our baby girl. We know it will not be easy to raise Marie, but
we know you love her Mark.
Do you remember all those discussions we had about you being
Marie’s guardian? It seemed incomprehensible to even talk about
it. When you turned away from Christ, it made our decision
incredibly difficult. Both of us are afraid for you, and her.
Your promise to raise Marie to know about Jesus is wonderful.
But, Mark, you can’t pretend to be something you aren’t, or
convey something you don’t believe. I know you are lonely and
have made decisions because of that.
No one can force you to live for Christ, but even for Marie’s
sake, please, return to Him. He knows all your hurts and
loneliness. He knows how difficult it is going to be to raise
her. He will guide you.
Jack and I are with the Lord now, Mark and we want to see you
both again someday. Please teach her well, that God loves her.
Make sure she knows we loved her.
Love always, Jennifer and Jack
The tears started as a trickle and turned into a stream as they
followed the track down his cheeks, his single dimple submerged
in his anguish. He missed them as much as Marie did, and forced
the accident and funeral from his mind.
His rocking slowed as Marie’s sobs subsided and she relaxed,
How many more nights
will she cry for them? he wondered as
he placed her gently back into bed. Sleep refused him the rest
of the night, the sky turning to a light grey when he finally
fell into a fitful sleep.
Mark awoke with a start. Marie was standing beside the bed
staring at his face, her arms hugging her teddy bear. “Uck Mok,”
she said reaching up to him. He smiled as he pulled her into
bed, and her dimple finished him as she smiled back, and
Walking at eight months, Marie was so busy exploring everything
it seemed there was no time to learn to talk. Mark was six feet,
and back then, she looked like a tiny doll walking beside him
holding onto his little finger. She still looked like a
miniature doll to him. When she started talking she called him,
“Uck,” and now she was past two, and he was her, “Uck Mok.” He
loved it. It became a family joke whenever he phoned and she
related some incoherent story to “Uck.” He listened intently and
laughed, or said something that made her smile and nod, her
single dimple identical to his when they both laughed.
“What are we going to do, Baby Doll?” he asked sadly, looking at
her sweet face.
“Tos,” came with her questioning look.
“You want toast, do you?” and Marie smiled happily as he sat up
and tossed her into the air. The giggles that only a two year
old can have, escaped her. Catching her, Mark carried her
football style into the kitchen and placed her in her chair.
He watched Marie as she ate the peanut butter laden toast and
drank her milk. Jennifer’s letter and their many conversations
and arguments ran through his mind.
Jennifer is wrong. I can
teach Marie about Jesus without living for him. I can just take
her to Sunday school and church.
Picking up the newspaper, a headline and an editorial caption
caught his eye. Family
killed...You never know when it is your time…
“Momma, Dada?” Marie asked, her lip trembling and as he scooped
her up, the tears streamed down both their faces.
Heb 3:12 Take heed, brethren, lest there be in any of you an
evil heart of unbelief, in departing from the living God.
13 But exhort one another daily, while it is called To day; lest
any of you be hardened through the deceitfulness of sin.
14 For we are made partakers of Christ, if we hold the beginning
of our confidence stedfast unto the end;
15 While it is said, To day if ye will hear his voice, harden
not your hearts, as in the provocation.
Jas 4:13 Go to now, ye that say, To day or to morrow we will go
into such a city, and continue there a year, and buy and sell,
and get gain:
14 Whereas ye know not what shall be on the morrow. For
what is your life? It is even a vapour, that appeareth
for a little time, and then vanisheth away.
15 For that ye ought to say, If the Lord will, we shall
live, and do this, or that.
1Jn 1:9 If we confess our sins, he is faithful and just to
forgive us our sins, and to cleanse us from all
© 2008 Victoria Dillen
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