AN ANSWER TO A MOTHER’S PRAYER
At one point during the winter of 1940, my husband, a house painter, was temporarily unemployed because of the weather, and the textile plant where I worked was closed due to a seasonal lay- off. We literally had no money. To make matters worse, our 18-month-old daughter, Rachel, was recovering poorly from pneumonia, and the doctor insisted we feed her a boiled egg each day. Even that was beyond our means. “Why not pray for an egg?” suggested our baby-sitter, who was staying on without pay to help us. We were a churchgoing family, but this teenager’s depth of faith was something new to us at the time. All the same, she and I got on our knees and told the Lord that Rachel needed an egg each morning. We left the problem in His hands. About 10 o’clock that morning we heard some cackling coming from the hedge fence in front of our house. There among the…
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