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The BattleGeorge J. Miller |
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She was about three years old. That morning she was running the water for her bath. A tiny thing she was so proper,so grown -up. As the water filled the tub, I was preparing the woodstove for light up. Then her voice shattered the quiet sputter of running water. She screamed and kept on screaming, until I got to the bathroom door. Thank God she didn't lock it. Then I heard in a trembling voice, "God did not give me a spirit of fear" again,"God did not given me a spirit of fear". As I stepped into the bathroom,she had her towel wrapped all around her. Her lip was quivering she was cold, scared,and the tears had started. I asked her "what's wrong baby"? It was all she could do to point to the faucet end of the tub. "Get it out daddy,get it out". The water almost half filled in the tub was circulating from under the water faucet of the now shut-off water. Floating near the drain overflow was the biggest,blackest,fiercest looking carpenter Ant she and I had ever seen. She reacted to her fear the best way she knew how,with the Word of God. Aside from the terror of the moment, she blessed me greatly. Which I think blessing anyone at that moment was the farthest thing from her mind. To top it all off,the ant was dead. "But Jesus said,suffer little children,and forbid them not,to come unto me: for of such is the kingdom of heaven." Matthew 19: 14 Maranatha, Daddy
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