One form of travel for youngsters was a Whaagan (pronounced "Whaw-gan"). We would be carried on the back of a Chinese Coolie in a chair.
One time, my Dad was in charge of a caravan of missionaries traveling to another mission station. My Mom was in a rickshaw and I was in a whaagan. We had just passed a Chinese Inn and as my Dad walked up and down the line of travelers, he saw that I was missing. My coolie had stopped at the Inn so he could show off the white child he was carrying. My Dad found me right away. I can remember my whaagan being set on a table in the middle of the Inn. The Chinese were smiling and exclaiming. I wondered why we had stopped, but I wasn't afraid. I knew my Dad would come and take care of me.
I think that is how we should rely on our Lord, too - knowing that whatever circumstances we are in, we don't have to be afraid because we know the Lord will take care of us.
The picture above is me in a whaagan, but I don't think it was taken at the same time as this story.
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