God's Hand By: Frances M. McCrory-Meservy October 1978

One night I heard a noise and was going to check on it. That's what I always do when I hear an odd noise.

It felt as though a huge hand held me in bed. I could not move and drifted off the sleep.

The next morning we found that someone had stolen our canoe. I figured someone would have killed me had I gone to check and thanked God for protecting me.

Psa 12:5-7 "Because of the oppression of the weak and the groaning of the needy, I will now arise," says the LORD. "I will protect them from those who malign them." And the words of the LORD are flawless, like silver refined in a furnace of clay, purified seven times. O LORD, you will keep us safe and protect us from such people forever.

Picture came in an e-mail author unknown - It looks just like our boat.

Music: "No One Ever Cared For Me Like Jesus" by the Stamps Quartet from LP Record "20 Southern Gospel Hymns Vol 2"

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