I had a special tiny blue child's suitcase in China. All my treasures were in it - my doll, my hanky, a pencil, and whatever else a little girl would have along when traveling. On a trip across country in a battered Chinese truck, we came over a hill to see a band of robbers waiting to rob some wary traveler. I clung tightly to my little suitcase. I know my parents were praying. Suddenly, the robbers turned, ran up the hill and disappeared over the top. I clearly remember seeing them running up the hill. We never knew why they ran away. With delight, I looked at my Mom and said, "Wasn't Jesus and the angels good to keep the robbers from stealing my suitcase?"
This is a picture is of me saying my nightly prayers with my dolly, Zella.
God again showed His watchcare over us in China.
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