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Saturday, September 6, 2025

I'm Out of Sand

I am out of sand. But the yard is done, in a ragged line from the apricot tree to the generic tree on the back fence.

Goal for tomorrow: Identify the generic tree re: species. I'm tired of not knowing.

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God's Smuggler, by Brother Andrew and and John and Elizabeth Sherill. (Andrew and his wife Corrie have just consented to sell their home in Holland for the equivalent of $15,000 so they can purchase 5,000 pocket bibles in Russian for distribution to the faithful in Russia.) [A phone call] For it was from the Dutch Bible Society, asking me if I could arrange to have the printing done somewhere else. I had? In England! Well, here is what they proposed. They would pay half the cost. If the Bibles cost $3 each to print, I could purchase them for $1.50. And although the Society would pay for the entire printing as soon as it was ready, I would need to pay for my supplies only as I used them. If this was satisfactory -- If it was satisfactory! I could scarcely believe what I had heard. I could be able to buy six hundred Bibles -- all we could carry at one time -- right away out of our "Russian Bible" fund. And we wouldn't have to leave our home, and Corrie could go on sewing the pink curtains for Steffie's room, and I could set out my lettuce flats and -- I could hardly wait to tell Corrie what God had done with the thimbleful of willingness we had offered Him. Sure. Chalk it up to coincidence all you want. But God does work in mysterious ways, and recognizes the gift of sacrifice.

Saturday, September 6, 2025

I'm Out of Sand

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