Guest guest Posted April 17, 2001 Report Share Posted April 17, 2001 > Beyond Time > > One night I had worked hard to help a mother in > the Labor ward; but in spite > of all we could do she died leaving us with a > tiny premature baby and a > crying two-year-old daughter. > > We would have difficulty keeping the baby > alive, as we had no incubator.(We > had no electricity to run an incubator.) We > also had no special feeding > facilities. Although we lived on the equator, > nights were often chilly with > treacherous drafts. One student midwife went > for the box we had for such > babies and the cotton wool the baby would be > wrapped in. Another went to > stoke up the fire and fill a hot water bottle. > She came back shortly in > distress to tell me that in filling the bottle, > it had burst. Rubber > perishes easily in tropical climates. > " And it is our last hot water bottle! " she > exclaimed. > As in the West it is no good crying over > spilled milk, so in Central Africa > it might be considered no good crying over > burst water bottles. > They do not grow on trees, and there are no > drugstores down forest pathways. > > " All right, " I said, " put the baby as near the > fire as you safely can, and > sleep between the baby and the door to keep it > free from drafts. " Your job > is to keep the baby warm. " > > The following noon, as I did most days, I went > to have prayers with any of > the orphanage children who chose to gather with > me. I gave the youngsters > various suggestions of things to pray about and > told them about the tiny > baby. I explained our problem about keeping the > baby warm enough, mentioning > the hot water bottle. The baby could so easily > die if it got chills. I also > told them of the two-year-old sister, crying > because her mother had died.. > > During prayer time, one ten-year-old girl, > Ruth, prayed with the usual > blunt conciseness of our African children. > " Please, God, " she prayed, > " send us a water bottle. It'll be no good > tomorrow, God, as the baby will be > dead, so please send it this afternoon. " > > While I gasped inwardly at the audacity of the > prayer, she added by way of a > corollary, " And while You are about it, would > You please send a dolly for > the little girl so she'll know You really love > her? " As often with children's > prayers, I was put on the spot. Could I > honestly say, " Amen? " I just did > not believe that God could do this. > > Oh, yes, I know that He can do everything. The > Bible says so. But there are > limits, aren't there? The only way God could > answer this particular prayer > would be by sending me a parcel from the > homeland. > I had been in Africa for almost four years at > that time, and I had never, > ever received a parcel from home. Anyway, if > anyone did send me a parcel, > who would put in a hot water bottle? I lived > on the equator! > > Halfway through the afternoon, while I was > teaching in the nurses' > training school, a message was sent that there > was a car at my front > door. By the time I reached home, the car had > gone, but there, on > the verandah, was a large twenty-two pound > parcel. l felt tears > pricking my eyes. I could not open the parcel > alone, so I sent for the > orphanage children. Together we pulled off the > string, carefully > undoing each knot. We folded the paper, taking > care not to tear it > unduly. Excitement was mounting. Some thirty or > forty pairs of eyes > were focused on the large cardboard box. From > the top, I lifted out > brightly colored, knitted jerseys. Eyes > sparkled as I gave them out. > Then there were the knitted bandages for the > leprosy patients, and the > children looked a little bored. Then came a box > of mixed raisins and > sultanas-that would make a nice batch of buns > for the weekend. > > Then, as I put my hand in again, I felt > the.....could it really be? I > grasped it and pulled it out-yes, a brand-new, > rubber hot water bottle I > cried. > I > had not asked God to send it; I had not truly > believed that He could. Ruth > was > in the front row of, the children. She rushed > forward, crying out, " If God > has > sent the bottle, He must have sent the dolly, > too! " Rummaging down to the > bottom of the box, she pulled out the small, > beautifully dressed dolly. Her > eyes shone! She had never doubted. Looking up > at me, she asked: " Can I go > over with you, Mummy, and give this dolly to > that little girl, so she'll know > that Jesus > really loves her? " That parcel had been on the > way for five whole months.. > Packed up by my former Sunday school class, > whose leader had heard and > obeyed God's prompting to send a hot water > bottle, even to the equator. And > one > of > the girls had put in a dolly for an African > child-five months before-in > answer to the believing prayer of a > ten-year-old to bring it " that > afternoon. " > > " Before they call, I will answer! " Isa. 65:24 " > Live as if Christ died > yesterday, arose this morning, and is coming > back tomorrow. > > Please share this amazing story with as many > others as you can. Our God > really IS . . . AN AWESOME GOD! > > 1 minute prayer This awesome prayer takes less > than a minute. When you > receive this ,say the prayer. That's all you > have to do. There is nothing > attached. This is powerful. Just send it on to > whomever you want - but do > send it on ........please! Prayer is one of the > best free gifts we receive. > > There is no cost but a lot of rewards. Let's > continue praying for one > another. > > Father, I ask you to bless my friends reading > this right now. I am asking > You to minister to their spirit at this very > moment. Where there is pain, > give > them Your peace and mercy. Where there is > self-doubting, release a renewed > confidence in Your ability to work through > them. Where there is tiredness, > or exhaustion, I ask You to give them > understanding, guidance, and strength > as > they learn submission to Your leading. Where > there is spiritual stagnation, > I ask You to renew them by revealing Your > nearness, and by drawing them > into greater intimacy with You. Where there is > fear, reveal Your love, and > release to them Your courage. Where there is a > sin blocking them, reveal it, > and break its hold over my friend's life. Bless > their finances, give them > greater vision, and raise up leaders and > friends to support and encourage > them. Give each of them discernment to > recognize the evil forces around > them, and reveal to them the power they have > in You to defeat it. I ask You > to > do > these things in Jesus' name. > > > > P.S. Passing this on to anyone you consider a > friend will bless you both.. > Passing this on to one not considered a friend > is something Christ would do. > > = > > Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted April 17, 2001 Report Share Posted April 17, 2001 dan thank you so much for the reminder of our god is truly awesome. i really needed this. by the way are you a minister or clergy, dawn --- dkowalec@... wrote: > > > Beyond Time > > > > One night I had worked hard to help a > mother in > > the Labor ward; but in spite > > of all we could do she died leaving us > with a > > tiny premature baby and a > > crying two-year-old daughter. > > > > We would have difficulty keeping the baby > > alive, as we had no incubator.(We > > had no electricity to run an incubator.) > We > > also had no special feeding > > facilities. Although we lived on the > equator, > > nights were often chilly with > > treacherous drafts. One student midwife > went > > for the box we had for such > > babies and the cotton wool the baby would > be > > wrapped in. Another went to > > stoke up the fire and fill a hot water > bottle. > > She came back shortly in > > distress to tell me that in filling the > bottle, > > it had burst. Rubber > > perishes easily in tropical climates. > > " And it is our last hot water bottle! " > she > > exclaimed. > > As in the West it is no good crying over > > spilled milk, so in Central Africa > > it might be considered no good crying > over > > burst water bottles. > > They do not grow on trees, and there are > no > > drugstores down forest pathways. > > > > " All right, " I said, " put the baby as > near the > > fire as you safely can, and > > sleep between the baby and the door to > keep it > > free from drafts. " Your job > > is to keep the baby warm. " > > > > The following noon, as I did most days, I > went > > to have prayers with any of > > the orphanage children who chose to > gather with > > me. I gave the youngsters > > various suggestions of things to pray > about and > > told them about the tiny > > baby. I explained our problem about > keeping the > > baby warm enough, mentioning > > the hot water bottle. The baby could so > easily > > die if it got chills. I also > > told them of the two-year-old sister, > crying > > because her mother had died.. > > > > During prayer time, one ten-year-old > girl, > > Ruth, prayed with the usual > > blunt conciseness of our African > children. > > " Please, God, " she prayed, > > " send us a water bottle. It'll be no good > > tomorrow, God, as the baby will be > > dead, so please send it this afternoon. " > > > > While I gasped inwardly at the audacity > of the > > prayer, she added by way of a > > corollary, " And while You are about it, > would > > You please send a dolly for > > the little girl so she'll know You > really love > > her? " As often with children's > > prayers, I was put on the spot. Could I > > honestly say, " Amen? " I just did > > not believe that God could do this. > > > > Oh, yes, I know that He can do > everything. The > > Bible says so. But there are > > limits, aren't there? The only way God > could > > answer this particular prayer > > would be by sending me a parcel from the > > homeland. > > I had been in Africa for almost four > years at > > that time, and I had never, > > ever received a parcel from home. Anyway, > if > > anyone did send me a parcel, > > who would put in a hot water bottle? I > lived > > on the equator! > > > > Halfway through the afternoon, while I > was > > teaching in the nurses' > > training school, a message was sent that > there > > was a car at my front > > door. By the time I reached home, the > car had > > gone, but there, on > > the verandah, was a large twenty-two > pound > > parcel. l felt tears > > pricking my eyes. I could not open the > parcel > > alone, so I sent for the > > orphanage children. Together we pulled > off the > > string, carefully > > undoing each knot. We folded the paper, > taking > > care not to tear it > > unduly. Excitement was mounting. Some > thirty or > > forty pairs of eyes > > were focused on the large cardboard box. > From > > the top, I lifted out > > brightly colored, knitted jerseys. Eyes > > sparkled as I gave them out. > > Then there were the knitted bandages for > the > > leprosy patients, and the > > children looked a little bored. Then came > a box > > of mixed raisins and > > sultanas-that would make a nice batch of > buns > > for the weekend. > > > > Then, as I put my hand in again, I felt > > the.....could it really be? I > > grasped it and pulled it out-yes, a > brand-new, > > rubber hot water bottle I > > cried. > > I > > had not asked God to send it; I had not > truly > > believed that He could. Ruth > > was > > in the front row of, the children. She > rushed > > forward, crying out, " If God > > has > > sent the bottle, He must have sent the > dolly, > > too! " Rummaging down to the > > bottom of the box, she pulled out the > small, > > beautifully dressed dolly. Her > > eyes shone! She had never doubted. > Looking up > > at me, she asked: " Can I go > > over with you, Mummy, and give this > dolly to > > that little girl, so she'll know > > that Jesus > > really loves her? " That parcel had been > on the > > way for five whole months.. > > Packed up by my former Sunday school > class, > > whose leader had heard and > > obeyed God's prompting to send a hot > water > > bottle, even to the equator. And > > one > > of > > the girls had put in a dolly for an > African > > child-five months before-in > > answer to the believing prayer of a > > ten-year-old to bring it " that > > afternoon. " > > > > " Before they call, I will answer! " Isa. > 65:24 " > > Live as if Christ died > > yesterday, arose this morning, and is > coming > === message truncated === __________________________________________________ Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted April 18, 2001 Report Share Posted April 18, 2001 Dan, thanks for this and so many good posts that you send. Please tell your wife to give you an extra hug tonite for me. She won't mind when you tell her this ole broad is old enough to be your mom (74). I love her, too, 'cause she loves you. Jo P.S. May I use this in a devotional at a meeting? Awesome> Beyond Time > > One night I had worked hard to help a mother in > the Labor ward; but in spite > of all we could do she died leaving us with a > tiny premature baby and a > crying two-year-old daughter. > > We would have difficulty keeping the baby > alive, as we had no incubator.(We > had no electricity to run an incubator.) We > also had no special feeding > facilities. Although we lived on the equator, > nights were often chilly with > treacherous drafts. One student midwife went > for the box we had for such > babies and the cotton wool the baby would be > wrapped in. Another went to > stoke up the fire and fill a hot water bottle. > She came back shortly in > distress to tell me that in filling the bottle, > it had burst. Rubber > perishes easily in tropical climates. > " And it is our last hot water bottle! " she > exclaimed. > As in the West it is no good crying over > spilled milk, so in Central Africa > it might be considered no good crying over > burst water bottles. > They do not grow on trees, and there are no > drugstores down forest pathways. > > " All right, " I said, " put the baby as near the > fire as you safely can, and > sleep between the baby and the door to keep it > free from drafts. " Your job > is to keep the baby warm. " > > The following noon, as I did most days, I went > to have prayers with any of > the orphanage children who chose to gather with > me. I gave the youngsters > various suggestions of things to pray about and > told them about the tiny > baby. I explained our problem about keeping the > baby warm enough, mentioning > the hot water bottle. The baby could so easily > die if it got chills. I also > told them of the two-year-old sister, crying > because her mother had died.. > > During prayer time, one ten-year-old girl, > Ruth, prayed with the usual > blunt conciseness of our African children. > " Please, God, " she prayed, > " send us a water bottle. It'll be no good > tomorrow, God, as the baby will be > dead, so please send it this afternoon. " > > While I gasped inwardly at the audacity of the > prayer, she added by way of a > corollary, " And while You are about it, would > You please send a dolly for > the little girl so she'll know You really love > her? " As often with children's > prayers, I was put on the spot. Could I > honestly say, " Amen? " I just did > not believe that God could do this. > > Oh, yes, I know that He can do everything. The > Bible says so. But there are > limits, aren't there? The only way God could > answer this particular prayer > would be by sending me a parcel from the > homeland. > I had been in Africa for almost four years at > that time, and I had never, > ever received a parcel from home. Anyway, if > anyone did send me a parcel, > who would put in a hot water bottle? I lived > on the equator! > > Halfway through the afternoon, while I was > teaching in the nurses' > training school, a message was sent that there > was a car at my front > door. By the time I reached home, the car had > gone, but there, on > the verandah, was a large twenty-two pound > parcel. l felt tears > pricking my eyes. I could not open the parcel > alone, so I sent for the > orphanage children. Together we pulled off the > string, carefully > undoing each knot. We folded the paper, taking > care not to tear it > unduly. Excitement was mounting. Some thirty or > forty pairs of eyes > were focused on the large cardboard box. From > the top, I lifted out > brightly colored, knitted jerseys. Eyes > sparkled as I gave them out. > Then there were the knitted bandages for the > leprosy patients, and the > children looked a little bored. Then came a box > of mixed raisins and > sultanas-that would make a nice batch of buns > for the weekend. > > Then, as I put my hand in again, I felt > the.....could it really be? I > grasped it and pulled it out-yes, a brand-new, > rubber hot water bottle I > cried. > I > had not asked God to send it; I had not truly > believed that He could. Ruth > was > in the front row of, the children. She rushed > forward, crying out, " If God > has > sent the bottle, He must have sent the dolly, > too! " Rummaging down to the > bottom of the box, she pulled out the small, > beautifully dressed dolly. Her > eyes shone! She had never doubted. Looking up > at me, she asked: " Can I go > over with you, Mummy, and give this dolly to > that little girl, so she'll know > that Jesus > really loves her? " That parcel had been on the > way for five whole months.. > Packed up by my former Sunday school class, > whose leader had heard and > obeyed God's prompting to send a hot water > bottle, even to the equator. And > one > of > the girls had put in a dolly for an African > child-five months before-in > answer to the believing prayer of a > ten-year-old to bring it " that > afternoon. " > > " Before they call, I will answer! " Isa. 65:24 " > Live as if Christ died > yesterday, arose this morning, and is coming > back tomorrow. > > Please share this amazing story with as many > others as you can. Our God > really IS . . . AN AWESOME GOD! > > 1 minute prayer This awesome prayer takes less > than a minute. When you > receive this ,say the prayer. That's all you > have to do. There is nothing > attached. This is powerful. Just send it on to > whomever you want - but do > send it on ........please! Prayer is one of the > best free gifts we receive. > > There is no cost but a lot of rewards. Let's > continue praying for one > another. > > Father, I ask you to bless my friends reading > this right now. I am asking > You to minister to their spirit at this very > moment. Where there is pain, > give > them Your peace and mercy. Where there is > self-doubting, release a renewed > confidence in Your ability to work through > them. Where there is tiredness, > or exhaustion, I ask You to give them > understanding, guidance, and strength > as > they learn submission to Your leading. Where > there is spiritual stagnation, > I ask You to renew them by revealing Your > nearness, and by drawing them > into greater intimacy with You. Where there is > fear, reveal Your love, and > release to them Your courage. Where there is a > sin blocking them, reveal it, > and break its hold over my friend's life. Bless > their finances, give them > greater vision, and raise up leaders and > friends to support and encourage > them. Give each of them discernment to > recognize the evil forces around > them, and reveal to them the power they have > in You to defeat it. I ask You > to > do > these things in Jesus' name. > > > > P.S. Passing this on to anyone you consider a > friend will bless you both.. > Passing this on to one not considered a friend > is something Christ would do. > > = > >DISCLAIMER!!WE ARE NOT MEDICAL PROFESSIONALS, THEREFORE ANY INFORMATION THAT IS RECEIVED HERE IS FROM EXPERIENCE ONLY. PLEASE CONSULT WITH YOUR DOCTOR BEFORE TRYING ANYTHING THAT IS SUGGESTED. WE ARE NOT A SUBSTITUTE FOR YOUR PHYSICIAN AND ARE NOT TRYING TO BE. REMEMBER EVERYONE IS DIFFERENT AND TREATMENT MAYBE DIFFERENT FOR MANY OF US. THANK YOU Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted April 18, 2001 Report Share Posted April 18, 2001 Dan, thanks for this and so many good posts that you send. Please tell your wife to give you an extra hug tonite for me. She won't mind when you tell her this ole broad is old enough to be your mom (74). I love her, too, 'cause she loves you. Jo P.S. May I use this in a devotional at a meeting? Awesome> Beyond Time > > One night I had worked hard to help a mother in > the Labor ward; but in spite > of all we could do she died leaving us with a > tiny premature baby and a > crying two-year-old daughter. > > We would have difficulty keeping the baby > alive, as we had no incubator.(We > had no electricity to run an incubator.) We > also had no special feeding > facilities. Although we lived on the equator, > nights were often chilly with > treacherous drafts. One student midwife went > for the box we had for such > babies and the cotton wool the baby would be > wrapped in. Another went to > stoke up the fire and fill a hot water bottle. > She came back shortly in > distress to tell me that in filling the bottle, > it had burst. Rubber > perishes easily in tropical climates. > " And it is our last hot water bottle! " she > exclaimed. > As in the West it is no good crying over > spilled milk, so in Central Africa > it might be considered no good crying over > burst water bottles. > They do not grow on trees, and there are no > drugstores down forest pathways. > > " All right, " I said, " put the baby as near the > fire as you safely can, and > sleep between the baby and the door to keep it > free from drafts. " Your job > is to keep the baby warm. " > > The following noon, as I did most days, I went > to have prayers with any of > the orphanage children who chose to gather with > me. I gave the youngsters > various suggestions of things to pray about and > told them about the tiny > baby. I explained our problem about keeping the > baby warm enough, mentioning > the hot water bottle. The baby could so easily > die if it got chills. I also > told them of the two-year-old sister, crying > because her mother had died.. > > During prayer time, one ten-year-old girl, > Ruth, prayed with the usual > blunt conciseness of our African children. > " Please, God, " she prayed, > " send us a water bottle. It'll be no good > tomorrow, God, as the baby will be > dead, so please send it this afternoon. " > > While I gasped inwardly at the audacity of the > prayer, she added by way of a > corollary, " And while You are about it, would > You please send a dolly for > the little girl so she'll know You really love > her? " As often with children's > prayers, I was put on the spot. Could I > honestly say, " Amen? " I just did > not believe that God could do this. > > Oh, yes, I know that He can do everything. The > Bible says so. But there are > limits, aren't there? The only way God could > answer this particular prayer > would be by sending me a parcel from the > homeland. > I had been in Africa for almost four years at > that time, and I had never, > ever received a parcel from home. Anyway, if > anyone did send me a parcel, > who would put in a hot water bottle? I lived > on the equator! > > Halfway through the afternoon, while I was > teaching in the nurses' > training school, a message was sent that there > was a car at my front > door. By the time I reached home, the car had > gone, but there, on > the verandah, was a large twenty-two pound > parcel. l felt tears > pricking my eyes. I could not open the parcel > alone, so I sent for the > orphanage children. Together we pulled off the > string, carefully > undoing each knot. We folded the paper, taking > care not to tear it > unduly. Excitement was mounting. Some thirty or > forty pairs of eyes > were focused on the large cardboard box. From > the top, I lifted out > brightly colored, knitted jerseys. Eyes > sparkled as I gave them out. > Then there were the knitted bandages for the > leprosy patients, and the > children looked a little bored. Then came a box > of mixed raisins and > sultanas-that would make a nice batch of buns > for the weekend. > > Then, as I put my hand in again, I felt > the.....could it really be? I > grasped it and pulled it out-yes, a brand-new, > rubber hot water bottle I > cried. > I > had not asked God to send it; I had not truly > believed that He could. Ruth > was > in the front row of, the children. She rushed > forward, crying out, " If God > has > sent the bottle, He must have sent the dolly, > too! " Rummaging down to the > bottom of the box, she pulled out the small, > beautifully dressed dolly. Her > eyes shone! She had never doubted. Looking up > at me, she asked: " Can I go > over with you, Mummy, and give this dolly to > that little girl, so she'll know > that Jesus > really loves her? " That parcel had been on the > way for five whole months.. > Packed up by my former Sunday school class, > whose leader had heard and > obeyed God's prompting to send a hot water > bottle, even to the equator. And > one > of > the girls had put in a dolly for an African > child-five months before-in > answer to the believing prayer of a > ten-year-old to bring it " that > afternoon. " > > " Before they call, I will answer! " Isa. 65:24 " > Live as if Christ died > yesterday, arose this morning, and is coming > back tomorrow. > > Please share this amazing story with as many > others as you can. Our God > really IS . . . AN AWESOME GOD! > > 1 minute prayer This awesome prayer takes less > than a minute. When you > receive this ,say the prayer. That's all you > have to do. There is nothing > attached. This is powerful. Just send it on to > whomever you want - but do > send it on ........please! Prayer is one of the > best free gifts we receive. > > There is no cost but a lot of rewards. Let's > continue praying for one > another. > > Father, I ask you to bless my friends reading > this right now. I am asking > You to minister to their spirit at this very > moment. Where there is pain, > give > them Your peace and mercy. Where there is > self-doubting, release a renewed > confidence in Your ability to work through > them. Where there is tiredness, > or exhaustion, I ask You to give them > understanding, guidance, and strength > as > they learn submission to Your leading. Where > there is spiritual stagnation, > I ask You to renew them by revealing Your > nearness, and by drawing them > into greater intimacy with You. Where there is > fear, reveal Your love, and > release to them Your courage. Where there is a > sin blocking them, reveal it, > and break its hold over my friend's life. Bless > their finances, give them > greater vision, and raise up leaders and > friends to support and encourage > them. Give each of them discernment to > recognize the evil forces around > them, and reveal to them the power they have > in You to defeat it. I ask You > to > do > these things in Jesus' name. > > > > P.S. Passing this on to anyone you consider a > friend will bless you both.. > Passing this on to one not considered a friend > is something Christ would do. > > = > >DISCLAIMER!!WE ARE NOT MEDICAL PROFESSIONALS, THEREFORE ANY INFORMATION THAT IS RECEIVED HERE IS FROM EXPERIENCE ONLY. PLEASE CONSULT WITH YOUR DOCTOR BEFORE TRYING ANYTHING THAT IS SUGGESTED. WE ARE NOT A SUBSTITUTE FOR YOUR PHYSICIAN AND ARE NOT TRYING TO BE. REMEMBER EVERYONE IS DIFFERENT AND TREATMENT MAYBE DIFFERENT FOR MANY OF US. THANK YOU Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted April 18, 2001 Report Share Posted April 18, 2001 Dan, thanks for this and so many good posts that you send. Please tell your wife to give you an extra hug tonite for me. She won't mind when you tell her this ole broad is old enough to be your mom (74). I love her, too, 'cause she loves you. Jo P.S. May I use this in a devotional at a meeting? Awesome> Beyond Time > > One night I had worked hard to help a mother in > the Labor ward; but in spite > of all we could do she died leaving us with a > tiny premature baby and a > crying two-year-old daughter. > > We would have difficulty keeping the baby > alive, as we had no incubator.(We > had no electricity to run an incubator.) We > also had no special feeding > facilities. Although we lived on the equator, > nights were often chilly with > treacherous drafts. One student midwife went > for the box we had for such > babies and the cotton wool the baby would be > wrapped in. Another went to > stoke up the fire and fill a hot water bottle. > She came back shortly in > distress to tell me that in filling the bottle, > it had burst. Rubber > perishes easily in tropical climates. > " And it is our last hot water bottle! " she > exclaimed. > As in the West it is no good crying over > spilled milk, so in Central Africa > it might be considered no good crying over > burst water bottles. > They do not grow on trees, and there are no > drugstores down forest pathways. > > " All right, " I said, " put the baby as near the > fire as you safely can, and > sleep between the baby and the door to keep it > free from drafts. " Your job > is to keep the baby warm. " > > The following noon, as I did most days, I went > to have prayers with any of > the orphanage children who chose to gather with > me. I gave the youngsters > various suggestions of things to pray about and > told them about the tiny > baby. I explained our problem about keeping the > baby warm enough, mentioning > the hot water bottle. The baby could so easily > die if it got chills. I also > told them of the two-year-old sister, crying > because her mother had died.. > > During prayer time, one ten-year-old girl, > Ruth, prayed with the usual > blunt conciseness of our African children. > " Please, God, " she prayed, > " send us a water bottle. It'll be no good > tomorrow, God, as the baby will be > dead, so please send it this afternoon. " > > While I gasped inwardly at the audacity of the > prayer, she added by way of a > corollary, " And while You are about it, would > You please send a dolly for > the little girl so she'll know You really love > her? " As often with children's > prayers, I was put on the spot. Could I > honestly say, " Amen? " I just did > not believe that God could do this. > > Oh, yes, I know that He can do everything. The > Bible says so. But there are > limits, aren't there? The only way God could > answer this particular prayer > would be by sending me a parcel from the > homeland. > I had been in Africa for almost four years at > that time, and I had never, > ever received a parcel from home. Anyway, if > anyone did send me a parcel, > who would put in a hot water bottle? I lived > on the equator! > > Halfway through the afternoon, while I was > teaching in the nurses' > training school, a message was sent that there > was a car at my front > door. By the time I reached home, the car had > gone, but there, on > the verandah, was a large twenty-two pound > parcel. l felt tears > pricking my eyes. I could not open the parcel > alone, so I sent for the > orphanage children. Together we pulled off the > string, carefully > undoing each knot. We folded the paper, taking > care not to tear it > unduly. Excitement was mounting. Some thirty or > forty pairs of eyes > were focused on the large cardboard box. From > the top, I lifted out > brightly colored, knitted jerseys. Eyes > sparkled as I gave them out. > Then there were the knitted bandages for the > leprosy patients, and the > children looked a little bored. Then came a box > of mixed raisins and > sultanas-that would make a nice batch of buns > for the weekend. > > Then, as I put my hand in again, I felt > the.....could it really be? I > grasped it and pulled it out-yes, a brand-new, > rubber hot water bottle I > cried. > I > had not asked God to send it; I had not truly > believed that He could. Ruth > was > in the front row of, the children. She rushed > forward, crying out, " If God > has > sent the bottle, He must have sent the dolly, > too! " Rummaging down to the > bottom of the box, she pulled out the small, > beautifully dressed dolly. Her > eyes shone! She had never doubted. Looking up > at me, she asked: " Can I go > over with you, Mummy, and give this dolly to > that little girl, so she'll know > that Jesus > really loves her? " That parcel had been on the > way for five whole months.. > Packed up by my former Sunday school class, > whose leader had heard and > obeyed God's prompting to send a hot water > bottle, even to the equator. And > one > of > the girls had put in a dolly for an African > child-five months before-in > answer to the believing prayer of a > ten-year-old to bring it " that > afternoon. " > > " Before they call, I will answer! " Isa. 65:24 " > Live as if Christ died > yesterday, arose this morning, and is coming > back tomorrow. > > Please share this amazing story with as many > others as you can. Our God > really IS . . . AN AWESOME GOD! > > 1 minute prayer This awesome prayer takes less > than a minute. When you > receive this ,say the prayer. That's all you > have to do. There is nothing > attached. This is powerful. Just send it on to > whomever you want - but do > send it on ........please! Prayer is one of the > best free gifts we receive. > > There is no cost but a lot of rewards. Let's > continue praying for one > another. > > Father, I ask you to bless my friends reading > this right now. I am asking > You to minister to their spirit at this very > moment. Where there is pain, > give > them Your peace and mercy. Where there is > self-doubting, release a renewed > confidence in Your ability to work through > them. Where there is tiredness, > or exhaustion, I ask You to give them > understanding, guidance, and strength > as > they learn submission to Your leading. Where > there is spiritual stagnation, > I ask You to renew them by revealing Your > nearness, and by drawing them > into greater intimacy with You. Where there is > fear, reveal Your love, and > release to them Your courage. Where there is a > sin blocking them, reveal it, > and break its hold over my friend's life. Bless > their finances, give them > greater vision, and raise up leaders and > friends to support and encourage > them. Give each of them discernment to > recognize the evil forces around > them, and reveal to them the power they have > in You to defeat it. I ask You > to > do > these things in Jesus' name. > > > > P.S. Passing this on to anyone you consider a > friend will bless you both.. > Passing this on to one not considered a friend > is something Christ would do. > > = > >DISCLAIMER!!WE ARE NOT MEDICAL PROFESSIONALS, THEREFORE ANY INFORMATION THAT IS RECEIVED HERE IS FROM EXPERIENCE ONLY. PLEASE CONSULT WITH YOUR DOCTOR BEFORE TRYING ANYTHING THAT IS SUGGESTED. WE ARE NOT A SUBSTITUTE FOR YOUR PHYSICIAN AND ARE NOT TRYING TO BE. REMEMBER EVERYONE IS DIFFERENT AND TREATMENT MAYBE DIFFERENT FOR MANY OF US. THANK YOU Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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