Continued from yesterday.
Lora was sick with dread and fear when they rushed to the hospital with the limp body of her little brother. It was even worse when they came home. Without him. Lora knew she shouldn't have been listening to the grownups talking but she did. And she heard that dreadful word. “Die.”
Lora was little, but she knew there was a God way up there somewhere, and she knew He could help.
“God,” she wailed from the bottom of her anguished heart, “Please don't let Johnny die! Mommy will blame me forever if Johnny dies! God, I’ll serve you the rest of my life if you don’t let Johnny die!”
Did God hear that little girl’s prayer? Does God hear your prayer when you cry out with a sincere heart? Lora must have endured much agony as they waited…and waited.
Oh the terror---the fear---the worry and feelings of guilt that must have gripped that tiny child’s heart! What was God going to do? Would He take Johnny ‘Home’ and leave her to suffer the consequences?
Johnny was healed. Little Johnny’s health was restored and Lora couldn't keep from calling him “Lovey,” until he became so exasperated by the age of ten that she finally quit.
Johnny was healed. Little Johnny’s health was restored and Lora couldn't keep from calling him “Lovey,” until he became so exasperated by the age of ten that she finally quit.
So Lora and Johnny lived happily ever after, right? Wrong. But Lora knew where to turn to in time of trouble. And now you do, to.
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