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Answer to Prayer

 

This beautiful story was written by a doctor who worked in central Africa.

 

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 that 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, and that 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 hot water bottle today. 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, ‘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 porch was a large 22 pound parcel. I 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 coloured 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 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 and give this dolly to that little girl, so she’ll know that Jesus really loves her?’  ‘Of course,’ I replied.

 

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 (Isaiah 65:24).

 

When you receive this, say the prayer. That’s all you have to do. No strings attached. Just send it on to whomever you want - but do send it on.  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. This awesome prayer takes less than a minute.

 

Heavenly Father. I ask you to bless my friends reading this. I ask You to minister to their spirit. Where there is pain, give them Your peace and mercy. Where there is fear, reveal Your love and release to them Your courage. Bless their finances, give them greater vision, and raise up leaders and friends to support and encourage them. Give each of them discernment to recognise 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. Amen.

Over 60’s Outing

Wed 19th August

 

10:15 Thought of the day

10:30 Travel to Dunwich

12:00 Lunch at Dunwich

13:30 Travel to Southwold

15:30 Travel home

 

Coach and lunch £18

 

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Memo

 

To:               You

From:          God

Reference:  Life

 

I am God. Today I will be handling all of your problems.

 

If life happens to deliver a situation to you that you cannot handle, do not attempt to resolve it by yourself. Kindly put it in the SFGTD (something for God to do) box.

 

It will be addressed in My time, not yours. Once the matter is placed into the box, do not hold onto it.

 

If you find yourself struck in traffic, don’t despair. There are people in this world for whom driving is an unheard-of privilege.

 

Should you have a bad day at work, think of the man who has been out of work for years.

 

Should you despair over a relationship, think of the person who has never known what it’s like to love and be loved in return.

 

Should you grieve the passing of another weekend, think of the woman in dire straits, working twelve hours a day, seven days a week to feed her children.

 

Should your car break down, leaving you miles away from assistance, think of the person who would love the opportunity to take that walk.

 

Should you notice a new grey hair in the mirror, think of the cancer patient in chemotherapy who wishes she had hair to examine.

 

Should you find yourself at a loss and pondering what is life all about, asking what is my purpose? Be thankful. There are those who didn’t live long enough to get the opportunity.

 

Should you find yourself the victim of other people’s bitterness, ignorance, smallness or insecurities, remember, things could be worse. You could be them!

 

Always remember.... “The greatest oak was once a little acorn that held its ground”.