How I Know God Answers Prayer: The Personal Testimony of One Life-TimeGoforth, Rosalind
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How I Know God Answers Prayer: The Personal Testimony of One Life-Time
Goforth, Rosalind
Prayer
Returning home to our station from an unusually strenuous autumn's
touring, I planned as usual to give the month of December to the
children's sewing, so as to leave January largely free for a
Bible-women's training class. But my health broke down, and I could make
scarcely any headway with the thirty-five or forty garments which had to
be made or fixed over, before the children returned to their school in
Chefoo. By the eighteenth of December we decided to cancel the class on
account of my ill-health; and to all the women, except one whom I
entirely forgot, I sent word not to come.
As the days passed, the burden of the almost untouched sewing became
very great. At last I cried to the Lord to undertake for me. And how
wonderfully he did! On December twenty-eighth, when I was conducting the
Chinese women's prayer-meeting, I noticed in the audience Mrs. Lu, the
very woman to whom I had forgotten to send word. She had come a long
distance, with her little child, over rough mountainous roads, so I felt
very sorry for my thoughtlessness. Mrs. Lu accompanied me home, and I
gave her money for a barrow on which to return the next day. I then sat
down to the sewing machine. The woman stood beside me for a little, and
then said:
"You are looking very tired, Mrs. Goforth; let me run the machine for
you."
"You!" I exclaimed, astonished, "why, you don't know how."
"Yes, I do," she replied.
She was so insistent that at last, in fear and trembling, I ventured to
let her try--for I had only one needle. It took but a few moments to
convince me she was a real expert at the machine. When I urged her to
stay and help me, she replied that, since the class was given up, she
would return home on the morrow.
That night I was puzzled. Why should the Lord lead this woman to me--the
only one, so far as we knew, who could do the machine work--and then
permit her to leave? I could only lay the whole matter before the Lord,
and trust him to undertake. And again he answered. That night a fierce
storm came on, lasting several days and making the roads quite
impassable. Mrs. Lu, finding herself storm-tied, gladly gave all her
time to me. The roads remained impassable for a whole month, during
which time I did not once need to sit down at the machine.
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