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Before they call, I will answer.
By Paul D Berube
Saturday, October 31, 2009

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This is a story written by a doctor who worked in Africa. Author and date unknown.

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 verandah 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-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 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) 


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Reviewed by Maggie Elizabeth 11/6/2009
This gave me goosebumps. Wonderful write.
Hugs,
Maggie
Reviewed by Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado 10/31/2009
Powerful testimony of God's grace even in the most dire of situations; God is good all the time; all the time God is good! :) Well done, Paul; bravo!

(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D

Series we are doing in church would fit right in with this story: "Nothing's too hard for God!" And it ISN'T! Hallelujah!! :D
Reviewed by JMS Bell 10/31/2009
MY EYES ARE FULL OF TEARS...FOR ANYTIME GOD...IN THE MIDST OF WHAT SEEMES LIKE AN 'IMPOSSIBLE SITUATION' RESPONDS TO PRAYER, I AM OVERJOYED! OVERJOYED THAT OUR GOD IS SO VERY GREAT AND YES!...CAN DO ALL THINGS. I WILL REMEMBER THIS STORY FOREVER! THANKS SO MUCH FOR SHARING AND GOD BLESS YOU. JOYCE * HIS INSPIRATIONS
Reviewed by Cindy Tuttle 10/31/2009
Wow! Thanks for sharing this story Paul. It is the best story I have read on authors den.God is good!

With Love,
Cindy

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