A young boy, walking through the field one day,
preoccupied in thought, fell into a well. He was not hurt; however, his mother,
on finding him, but unable to extricate him from the well at the moment, stood
at the mouth of the well speaking comforting words to him. Sensing his mother’s
anxiety, he said to her, “Mother, do not worry, I was talking to God when He
and I fell into this well together.”
How comforting, when in the furnace of affliction, to
know that He is there with us, too!
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