The girl who would have been my aunt, came home from school one day all wet and cold and talking strange: “I reached and touched the fingers of God” she said. After going to sleep that night, things were not the same. As she grew more ill, her desperate mother searched and bought the only doll the little house would ever know.
And just before she went to sleep one last time, my mother remembered Dolly singing “Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells….” A short time later the house was quarantined and all her things were burned… except the little doll. Her mother put it in a drawer “never never” to be opened. And my mother could never forget her mother crying as the little body was laid to rest in a grave without a stone.
“For to me to live is Christ, and to die is gain…. Nevertheless to abide in the flesh is more needful for you” (Philippians 1:24).