It was hot

It was hot. The Iraqi sun dazzled everything in the little rest park where I had sought refuge. It was also noisy and dusty and crowded. There were no friendly faces. As I sat on the wooden bench waiting for my husband to come, I turned my thought to God, to the acknowledgment of His presence and perfection right where discomfort and discord seemed to be. In a few minutes I noticed a beautiful Arab family approaching. Soon we smiled at each other, and to my surprise they began to rearrange the other unoccupied wooden benches in a way that would enclose me. Then they laid out a complete picnic lunch. By this time, my husband had arrived, and we all had a wonderful time together. The entire picture had changed.

On page 135 of Science and Health by Mrs. Eddy we read: "There is to-day danger of repeating the offence of the Jews by limiting the Holy One of Israel and asking: 'Can God furnish a table in the wilderness?' What cannot God do?" And on page 597 part of the definition of "wilderness" is "loneliness; doubt; darkness." The incident with the lovely family was proof that God is ever present—right where the "wilderness" seems to be—supplying our every need. And my husband and I found that as our work took us to other desert places, God's love and protection were evident wherever we went.

March 21, 1983
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