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My whole
soul rebelled; I actually seemed to hate God; I could see nothing but cruel injustice
in it all; and the child seemed to be fast going. My husband and I knelt down
beside the little one’s bedside, and he pleaded earnestly with me to yield my
will and my child to God. After a long and bitter struggle God gained the
victory, and I told my husband I would give my child to the Lord. Then my
husband prayed, committing the precious soul into the Lord’s keeping. |
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While he
was praying I noticed that the rapid, hard breathing of the child had ceased.
Thinking my darling was gone, I hastened for a light, for it was dark; but on
examining the child’s face I found that he had sunk into a deep, sound,
natural sleep, which lasted most of the night. The following day he was
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To me it
has always seemed that the Lord tested me to almost the last moment; then,
when I yielded my dearest treasure to him and put my Lord first, he gave back
the child. |
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From
Rosalind Goforth, How I know God
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Rosalind Goforth (1864-1942): |
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Rosalind Bell-Smith Goforth
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