Honest story translated by Zhang Bao

A few years ago, a woman moved from Utah to California to live with her father. She is a widow with several children www.biquge.info In order to support the children, she worked hard, and her body was already a little broken. But she was happy to accept the help her parents offered her. After a few months, she felt her strength had recovered and decided to serve meals for her boarders so that she could relieve her father of some of his obligations in protecting them.

Sometimes, the family has almost no money on weekends, but she has good credit in the store next door, so she can get by. Looking forward to the gradual improvement of life, she is still glad that she can rely on her income to buy food.

In winter, it rains a lot, the stagnant water in the streets is shining with cloudy ripples, and the children are locked up in their houses. One Monday morning, her youngest son woke up by her side and said to her, "Mommy, when are you going to buy me a pair of boots?" I've been telling you for a long time. ”

The mother was heartbroken, and she also knew that the tattered boots that her child wore every day would not protect her feet. While these shoes used to be good shoes, even the best shoes don't break forever. She comforted the child and replied, "You have to be obedient, honest and obedient to get the boots, dear." As soon as I have enough money for the next week, I'll buy it for you right away. "Yes, Mom, I'll be honest and obedient. He replied. She kissed him, then got up to cook for the boarders.

She entered the living room and heard some sounds that stopped her for a moment. Was he weeping in disappointment with his head covered? When she gently turned and walked to the half-open door, she saw him slip out of bed, kneeling in his chair, praying, "Lord, my heavenly Father, I want a pair of boots." I've been wanting them for so long, a pair of red boots, but my mother doesn't have the money to buy them for me. Can't you send me a pair? The boy opened his eyes, looked up at the ceiling with a sincere gaze, then looked around the chair, and on his knees, and then he stood up, his face full of disappointment. But he soon made another decision. He knelt down again, closed his blessed eyes, and prayed again. His mother turned, her heart filled with anguish and silently went into the kitchen, for breakfast was about to begin. A boarder entered the room and walked towards her.

"Mrs. Cole, can you accept this, a pair of boots, a New Year's gift for your little son?" she thanked him, opened the paper bag, and her heart jumped when she saw that it was a pair of red high-barrel boots. "Come here, little darling," she cried out, and the little fellow immediately ran obediently. When he saw the boots, he cried out in surprise.

He trembled with joy and couldn't wait to put them on, but the boots were too small. A suffocating sadness and disappointment caused him to cry bitterly, "You should know the size of my feet, O Jehovah, but why did you give me such small boots?"

Almost as he spoke, another boarder walked in, as if not noticing the crowd surrounding the little boy, but asking his mother to listen to him first. She thanked him in the same way, and then opened the paper bag, which also contained a pair of red, but larger-sized boots, and a pair of red woolen socks. The little boy excitedly put his socks on. He smiled back and said with tears in his eyes, "Oh, he remembers that the boots were so small and brought them back." ”

The man looked at the little boy with some surprise and curiosity, but the mother was watched meaningfully by everyone, waiting for her to explain and answer. The first person to deliver the boots said, "I'm going to take these boots away and give you a hat that you like." With that, he hurried away. He returned a few minutes later with a hat in his hand. Although the price is different, it brings him the same joy.

Four days later, a neighbor (whose houses are contiguous) came to me in frustration and said, "I can't do anything about it, we don't have flour anymore." The little boy said to her, "Why don't you pray to Jehovah and ask him for flour? Hearing what her youngest son said, the woman was startled and hurriedly replied, "Yes, but," "Have you never prayed to Jehovah when you needed something?" When the boy saw that the woman was becoming more and more perplexed, he said in a sweet and gentle tone, "You don't know what to say, do you? He took the guest's hand earnestly, and the guest followed him into the back room, and then, kneeling in his chair, said sweetly, "Come with me." When the female guest began to follow her son's words, the mother's heart hung in the air: if his prayer could not be fulfilled, my son's honesty would be embarrassed. She hurried to the next room and hurriedly said, "I'm going to pay for it." Then he picked up a small bag of flour and hurried out the door.

The guest returned home with mixed feelings. But she hurried back at once, and said excitedly, "Mrs. Cole, when I came back to my house, I saw a bag of flour lying on the threshold of my house. The lovely child said, "I know God hears your prayers." ”

However, the mother explained all this to her friend, but never said it to her son. (To be continued.) )