LIGHT IN DARKNESS 


By Tessa Harvey


Glad: But when I was inside and the door safely shut, I wanted to rip it open and yell angry words - or even bullets if I had had them!!
    This tiny infant looked and smelled terrible. Its limbs and head lolled; it seemed lifeless. I reached for the phone, but a voice stilled my arm. "Let me."
    Lacey lifted her blouse and reached for the baby. I knelt next to her as she sank down, and I prayed: "Jesus, please help this child and its mother. Baby, be healed in Jesus' Name!"
    The child sagged, but I gently moved its mouth towards Lacey. By instinct she touched a drop of milk to its lips and it slowly responded. It suckled for a few minutes, then fell asleep.
Already there was a flush of health and warmth in its tiny form. Gently we cleaned the little body of the tiny girl.
    "She is Hope," said Lacey. "Hope is my baby."
    Later I tucked them both up in Simone's bed, and waited until I could talk with my husband, Bill. And pray some more.
    But first I thanked God for the miracle of life in that small child. And for the young mother.
    Then I re-read the note:
                                        "We have the power to take your child.
                                           We give it back. In one week you will
                                            return to us. Where you belong."

    Fine, I thought. God has the power. He holds the nations in derision - how much more evil people like that. Modern day slavers! Those were my thoughts. And God's light shines in the darkness and it will never be put out.




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