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The day
passed. I went out in the evening with a two-quart bucket, let it down and got
it half full of roily water. I said, "Well, Amen, I can go to the
spring," so I started off with two buckets. I had two hills to climb,
and was impressed to leave one bucket, and did so. I started to the spring,
and, lo, the voice said, "Bevington, where are you going?" Well, I
knew the voice; hence never looked around, but instantly turned and went back
into the house, and had somewhat of a struggle in getting where I could
easily praise the Lord for rebuking me, as I had to have water. I was then
thirsty. I prayed my way through the darkness, got up, and then the neighbor
came in with a quart of nice cool water that she had gotten some distance
from home. Well, I began to see that God wanted to send water into the well
though there was no rain nor signs of rain, and the well had always gone dry
at that season and remained dry for three, four, or often five months, they
said. I got down and began praising God for stopping me and for sending in
the sister with the water. I had been in the habit of taking a good drink
just before retiring; and there was where Satan had confused me, as he had
kept saying, "What are you going to do for that cool drink that always
helps you so?" I had to tell him it was none of his business what I was
going to do about it; so I had a struggle for three hours over it, but got
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I retired,
claiming two feet of water in the morning, which had not been since we lived
there, and I told the neighbor that we would have at least two feet of water
in the morning. She was a dear woman, a member of a church, but knew nothing
about God answering prayer. She looked at me, puzzled, and said,
"Brother Bevington, what makes you think that? I have never known of
there being two feet of water in that well. When there comes a freshet it
leaks out." The well was seventy-two feet deep. "Well," I
said, "we will have it." She said, "I see no signs of
rain." I said, "I do." Well, that puzzled her more than ever
as the firmament was decked with brilliant stars. I went to bed, praising God
for two feet of water in the morning, so that I could have plenty for the
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I had a
two-quart bucket that I drew out with the windlass and, without thinking, in
the morning I started out with this two-quart bucket. But there it was again.
I had to be rebuked again. It seemed that the bucket spoke up as did Baalam's
ass, and I dropped it, as if it were a hot poker, and stopped, and said,
"O God, forgive me! Oh, forgive me!" and felt the touch. I went to
the well, let down the large bucket, gave it the usual time to sink, started
to draw it up, and felt by the pull that it was full. I shouted, "Oh,
glory! " Out came this neighbor. I said, "We have our two feet this
morning." She came over by the time I had the bucket up and out, and
there it was full and as clear as a crystal. I just stood there weeping for
joy. She ran into the house, got a cup, took a drink, and said, "Well,
that is a marvel. Your God surely has answered your prayer." She broke
down, and we both stood there by that well, weeping. She said, "Brother
Bevington, that is something new to me; but do you really think there are two
feet?" I said, "Yes." "Well, please measure it."
"No," I said, "I would not do that, as it would be displeasing
to God." "Well, may I?" "Certainly." So she measured
it, and found there were two feet and nine inches of water, and that amount
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Now I have
left out what, to me, was the cream of it. Satan bothered me, tormented me
all he could all night. He woke me up to notify me that it had not rained
during the night. "Well," I said, "I am not looking for rain;
I am after water, rain or no rain." While I was dressing, he just poured
in his logic and came near drowning me; but I rallied. I got dressed, dropped
on my knees, as prayer is generally the best weapon I can use; but I seemed
to make a slow progress for the heights. I jumped up, and said, "Mr.
Devil, I have two feet of water out there!" But that seemed to have no
effect on him, whatever. I said, "I will see what our calendar
says." I struck a light, and referred to the daily Scripture on the
calendar. Now listen, what was there: Isa. 33:16, "Bread shall be given
him; his water shall be sure." Oh, how I did rejoice. Think of it, that
after all that struggling, God had that very passage there on the canvas for
me, for my special use. I tell you I have never been without a Scripture
calendar since. Oh, God answers! |
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From:
REMARKABLE INCIDENTS And MODERN MIRACLES Through PRAYER And FAITH By G. C.
Bevington |