Miracle In #Africa

// This is a true  story written by a doctor who worked in 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 veranda 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)

When you receive this, say the prayer. That’s all I ask. 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 self doubting, release a renewed confidence to work  through them. Where there is tiredness or exhaustion, I ask You to give them  understanding, guidance, and strength. 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. I ask You to do these things in Jesus’ name. Amen.

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About luchadora41

Born-again Christian Zionist; Conservative/Tea Partier; Chippewa; pro-Constitution; anti-Sharia; proud of all who dare to fight for freedom; support our troops; dedicated to restoring America; happy to know Jesus!
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4 Responses to Miracle In #Africa

  1. Pat says:

    This is a beautiful story and it is just like our loving Heavenly Father. The Lord is so wonderful and he loves us so much with his awesome, pure, unconditional love.

    • luchadora41 says:

      Yes, it sure is like our Heavenly Father, and thank you for your words. He knew us before we were born. He knew what we would need along the road, and what miracles happen each and every day we don’t see? God is good, His Son Jesus Christ gave His life for us, and I’m so grateful to know Him! God bless you, my friend, and God bless the world. In Jesus’ name, Amen.

  2. ted says:

    HALAUAH..Mark 11:23-24

    Preacher.

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