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e have such an AWESOME God!       tiny premature baby and a crying two-year-
                    Read  this  true  story  told  by   old daughter. We had difficulty keeping the
          WHelen  Roseveare,  a  missionary             baby alive, as we had no incubator (we had
          from England to the Congo, Africa.            no electricity to run an incubator) and no
          One  night  I  had  worked  hard  to  help  a   special feeding facilities. Although we lived
          mother in the labour ward; but in spite of    on  the  equator,  nights  were  often  chilly
          all we could do, she died leaving us with a   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 kindle the
                                                        fire  and  fill  a  hot  water  bottle.  She  came
                                                        back shortly afterwards in distress to tell
                                                        me  that  in  filling  the  bottle,  it  had  burst!
                                                        Rubber perishes easily in tropical climates.
                                                        “And that was 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
                                                        “All right,” I said, “Put the baby as near the
                                                        fire as you safely can; 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  pray  with  as
                                                        many  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

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