Following is a story told by Lois Bunker Woods of a miraculous incident that happened to her when she was a little girl.
The
year is 1939. The place is an 80-acre dairy farm outside a small town,
16 miles from the nearest doctor or hospital. A little girl, an 18-month
old toddler dressed in overalls, slams the screen door as she scrambles
out onto the back porch to play in the sunshine.
Her
mother is inside the house, cleaning. Outdoors on this warm spring
morning, the world is full of delights to explore. The youngster runs
through the dewy grass, picks dandelions and carries them back to the
house. On the porch, an old enameled kettle sitting in the sun catches
her eye. It is filled with peas soaking in arsenic (poisonous) solution,
something that will prevent them from rotting when planted. Back then,
seeds weren’t pretreated as most are today.
The
little girl is fascinated with the liquid in the kettle. Taking a
battered tincup, she dips it in the pot, fills it with liquid, and then
lifts it.
Just
then, her mother hears a voice calling her, “Ella, Ella come quick!”
She follows the voice through the house and out to the back door where
she spots the little girl, the cup at her lips. Frantic, she grabs the
toddler and empties the cup. She wipes the little girl’s lips, but no,
the youngster hasn’t had a drop of the poison. The mother arrived just
in time.
I
know this story well because I was that little girl, and the woman who
rescued me was my mother. And as for the voice, mother recognized it
right away. It belonged to her mother, my grandmother.
The mystery? My grandmother had died the year before, six months after I was born.
All things work together for good to them that love God (Romans 8:28
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