I came across this and wanted to share it. God bless.
The Following story is not mine but borrowed. The author is unknown, and I trust it will help encourage your heart as it has done mine.
I remember a day one winter that stands out like a boulder in my life. The weather was unusually cold, our salary had not been regularly paid, and it did not most our needs when it was.
My husband was away much or the time, traveling from one district to another. Our boys were well, but my little Ruth was ailing, and at last none of us were decently clothed. I patched and re-patched, with spirits sinking to the lowest ebb. The water gave out in the well and the wind blew through the cracks in the floor.
The people in the parish were kind and generous too; but the settlement was new, and each family was struggling for itself. Little by little, at…
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