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This story was written by a doctor who worked in South 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 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 the 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 
would be for a package to arrive 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. 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, 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!" Isaiah 65:24 
 

1 minute prayer 
Please read aloud, in faith
This awesome prayer takes less than a minute. When you 
read this, say the prayer. That's all you have to do. 
There is nothing attached. This is powerful.  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 those that read this. 
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 their lives. 
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. 
Amen.
 

 


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