“The very hairs of your head are all numbered. Do not fear therefore…” (Lk 12:7).
Dr. Helen Roseveare tells of a young woman who died at a Congolese mission hospital, leaving a premature baby and a two-year-old daughter. They had no incubator. A midwife went to fill the hot water bottle, but it burst! The baby was placed near the fire for the night. The next day the orphanage children gathered with Helen. She explained the need for the bottle, and the sister crying for her mommy. Ruth, a ten-year-old, prayed, “Please, God, send us a water bottle. It’ll be no good tomorrow, God. The baby’ll be dead.” Then she added, “And please send a dolly for the little girl.”
That afternoon a parcel arrived. Under knitted jerseys and bandages, there it was: a hot water bottle! Ruth, in the front row, cried out, “If God sent the bottle, He must’ve sent the dolly, too!” Rummaging to the bottom of the box, she pulled out the dolly. That parcel, en route for five months, was right on time.