Boomerang law

I remember one mom asked me to consecrate her apartment. Come, as agreed. While I was undressing, I looked, and two girlish little faces, seven or eight years old, peep out of one of the rooms. We immediately met, and while I was doing the sanctification, they followed me relentlessly, everything was interesting for them. When they began to pray with the remembrance of all family members. I asked: "What is your mother's name?" And they began to tell me in vain that their mother was called Angelina, “This is from the word“ angel ”, our mother is an angel. She is a good angel!

“Why are you so different?” - I asked her, leaving. - From different fathers?
- No, - she answered, - the one that is bigger, I took from the hospital. My husband and I thought that there would be no children anymore, they took it, and the following year they had their own. Then my husband was gone, and now I bring them up alone ...
- Do you have any feelings for them? Do you love someone more?
- I love both equally. I have them glorious. All I want my father to find normal, yes, here, peasants get scared. If one child were, then, probably, she would have already found someone. And so - all alone ...

After the consecration of the dwelling, Angelina became, albeit rarely, but still go to church. Girls take communion a couple of times. It seemed that all they have safely. Therefore, when Angelina came and unexpectedly declared that she had decided to get rid of the non-native child, her words sounded for me like a bolt from the blue.
- How so?! - I asked. - After all, you love a girl! If it is financially difficult for you, then we will help, only you do not hand over the child. She already goes to school to your full, and in fact she does not realize that you are non-native to her. Think about how she will be there in the orphanage, hard!

The woman calmly looked into my eyes and replied:
- I hate her! She is guilty of the fact that my personal life does not develop. Every day I have more and more difficult to restrain myself, so as not to start beating her!
Then he comes up to me, folds the handles with a boat, and asks to bless her to give the child to the orphanage!
- I can not bless the betrayal, mother ...

 
Some more time passed, and a woman came to church with both girls. It turns out that tomorrow there was already an agreement that she would take her adopted daughter to an orphanage ...

I look at the child - she still does not know anything, she is whispering about something with her sister, and both are conspirators laughing. Periodically, then one, then another come up to mom and rub noses about her jacket and hands ...

I walked over to the girl, and she threw back her head and looked at me. Her children's eyes were so perky and happy. I put my hand on her forehead and began to stroke her thumb up and down with my thumb. My cat freezes when I do it to her. The child plays along with me and squints, portraying a kitten. Cheerful little gullible kitten, you still do not suspect anything ...

Tomorrow you will be taken to a big foreign house for you, where there will be no mother, no sister. You will remain alone ... Most of the children who will become a new family for you tomorrow have mothers. True, they for the most part have lost their human appearance, have lost the right to be mothers, but they exist, and sometimes they come to an orphanage because they continue to love in their own way ...
 
At first, you will stand at the entrance gate to the territory of your new home, then you will spend hours looking out the window onto the road leading to it. You will wait for mom, because she promises to return for sure ...
 
But she will never come to you. Over time, they will tell you that she is not your mother at all, that your real mother refused you in the maternity hospital, but this one took, but then she also refused ...
 
And you will understand that nobody needs you, nobody loves you ... And the enthusiasm, what is in your eyes now - will go out with time, and the longing will live in them forever ...
 
But all this will come tomorrow, and today you still have a whole day of childhood.
 
How do you live now, baby? A child who was twice betrayed by those who, by their definition, should have loved you more than anyone in the world! Can you believe anyone now?
 
At this time, the mother intently puts the candle, baptized. What do you think you pray about? About having the child then forgive you, or are you already begging for a new man?
- You finally decided everything? Have you thought of the consequences?
- Yes, - she answers calmly in appearance, but in her voice there is irritation ...

She probably already imagines how tomorrow will quickly end this unpleasant affair. Surely kiss the girl goodbye and promise to return soon for her. But never come back. That's right: out of sight, out of the heart - out ... Probably anticipating how happily you will now heal with your daughter, maybe the long-awaited man will knock on your door.

Just because this girl is a stranger to you, and for your daughter, she is dear. The one that remains with you will look into your loving eyes and kissing lips. But she will remember that you kissed her sister the same way before she disappeared. At first she will become afraid of you, and then she will begin to hate you. The time will come, and she will surely find her sister, and they will have something to talk about. You will raise an avenger ...

Our life consists of many actions, evil and good. I have done good for His sake, and He will not pass you by. And he did evil, even if no one knows about it, evil - he will return to you as evil ...
 
This is the spiritual "law of the boomerang" ...
 
Tomorrow you, woman, will launch a boomerang into your future. And he will definitely come back to you according to his implacable law, and even if you change your name, change your country of residence, he will find you everywhere.

On the other hand, you are blessed, mother! Because you, neither in this life nor in eternity, will have, in contrast to others, to suffer from our eternal question: “For what? Lord!

Angelina does not enter the temple anymore ...

Priest Alexander Dyachenko