Miracle Monday: The Miracle of Friendship

MIRACLE MONDAY #20 - Kathryn Quinn McBee

There were no other pictures on the walls of my home, only one. The picture of a man with long hair and a beard.  I didn’t know who he was or his name.  Was he a family relative? Was he someone famous?  I had no idea – He was just the “man on the wall”.

My father worked 2 jobs and went to night school, he drank a lot.  My mother was clinically depressed, lonely and didn’t want a child to care for.  From the age of 18 months to 5 years old, I lived in a dark closet off the living room.  To this day I don’t ever remember being rocked, held in my mother’s arms; I never heard her sing to me, or if she read a book to me.  However, I am thankful she fed me.

The closet was dark except for a small light (not from a bulb or switch on the wall). My mother would feed me from under the door of the closet: cheese and crackers or a peanut butter and jelly sandwich.  Sometimes the door would open and she would shove me a bowl of jell-o.
I don’t know if I was dressed in clothes and just undies when I was younger. I know that when my Uncle, Aunt or Grandparents came over to the house, my mom would let me out of the closet. I would be dressed in nice clothes.

I don’t remember much peace in the house I grew up in – but I do recall a lot of fighting, arguing, yelling and shouting.  I would sneak out of the closet and sit under his picture, behind the couch – I felt safe.  No one could see me except the man on the wall.

Because I was never outside, neighbors didn’t even know I existed. Until I was 5 years old, and one day I snuck out of the house.  The lady who lived next door saw me.  Her name was Kathy, as well.  She invited me to come to church with her.  At first my mother said, “NO!” But after a fight between my parents, I was allowed to go to church with Kathy.

This would be my first interaction with other children my age.  I was definitely behind in learning development and in socialization.  I didn’t know my colors, letters or numbers.  I did not know simple things, words had no meaning, such as hair, eyes, ears, fingers, blue sky, green grass, shoes.

When I walked into the Sunday School room, I saw a picture very similar to the one in my living room – It was the bearded man with long hair.
“Who is that man on the wall?”, I asked.  

The Sunday School teacher got down on her knees at my level, looked me right in my eyes and said, “That is our Savior – That is Jesus – He watches over us all the time”.

That man on the wall – Jesus – He was my first friend.  Jesus has been my friend for over 70 years.

If you remember nothing from my story, remember this: The man on the wall, Jesus – He is alive – He is our protector – He is our savior – and He is your friend.

My name is Kathryn and this is just one of my Life’s miracle stories.

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