Sweet Miracle at Church Today

Ken and I sit on the stand at church because I lead the singing, so we watched the whole thing unfold.  The high council speaker told a tender story about a little boy who longs to give his single mother a Christmas gift, but he has no money.  He is walking down the street, trying to think of something he could give his mother when he finds a shiny dime in the snow.  He goes to a store where the clerk informs him there is nothing he can buy for a dime.  He then goes to a flower shop, waits in line, then offers the clerk his dime and asks if he can buy a flower for his mother.  The clerk tells him to wait here.  He goes in the back and brings back a dozen of his finest red roses, ties a huge silver bow around them, and nestles them in a florists box.  He then says, "That will be ten cents."  The little boy is hesitant, so the florist says, "We just happen to have a special today- one dozen roses for a dime."  The little boy delightedly leaves with his treasure for his mother.  The florist's wife asks him what just happened. The florist explains that as he was opening the shop that morning, a distinct voice told him to set aside a dozen of his finest roses.  He now knew why.
The high councilor was very moved by the story and was crying.  It was hard for him to keep reading.  All of a sudden, from the very back row, up the aisle comes a little girl.  Ken and I had never seen her before.  She has Down Syndrome.  She is coming fast.  Her mother, seeing what's happening, jumps up and comes up the aisle after her.  She is followed by two more little children.  It's quite the parade.  The first little girl comes right up on the stand and, before her mother can get to her, goes straight to the speaker and pats his leg.  The speaker turns and looks down at her and pats her head.  They look at each other a moment.  It's a tender moment.  Then the mother gets to her and carries her off the stand, followed by the other two little ones.  I feel sure that this little girl heard Brother Hafen crying and came up to comfort him in the only way she knew how.  We watched our own little "Dime in the Snow" story unfold as he was telling it!    It was a sweet, little miracle at church.