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Ek is 8

‘n Spinnekop het Pappa gebyt toe ons met vakansie was, en nou is hy nog allergies vir pennisilien ook! Ek loer deur ‘n skrefie in die deur toe hy by God pleit om sy lewe, terwyl Oupa by hom sit. “Here, Laat my toe om my kinders te versorg en te sien grootword”

Ek hardloop kamer toe, val op my kniekies neer en bid kliphard……

Hy het gesond geword! God het hom gesond gemaak.

1 April 1979 Pa word 50. Wat ‘n vreugde. Die eerste kleinkind is oppad en tog …

Op 18 Mei sterf hy aan ‘n hartaanval.

Hemelvader, ek het net gevra vir groei in my geestelike lewe, nie vat my pa nie!

Vir ‘n hele jaar is ek in ‘n dwaal, kan nie lag nie, kan nie sing nie, kan …. nie

This beautiful story was written by a doctor who worked in Africa .One night I had worked hard to help a mother in the labor ward; but inspite of all we could do, she died, leaving us with a tiny, premature baby and a crying two-year-old daughter.We would have difficulty keeping the baby alive, as we had noincubator (we had no electricity to run an incubator) . We also had nospecial feeding facilities. Although we lived on the equator, nightswere often chilly with treacherous drafts.