The Faithfulness of God

Lydia Prince was a friend of Doyle Davidson, the president here at Water of Life Ministries. Doyle has shared with many of us on occasion about Lydia, her faith, and has at times encouraged us to read her book, “Appointment in Jerusalem”. I did that a few years back; and it blessed me, encouraged me, and most certainly ministered to me. I remember one particular time when I was teaching. I had stood up in a situation believing it was right, and in doing so, I found myself in a serious spot. I was reminded of something Lydia had told God once; and  said to God as well this particular day.

 “It’s my job to pray, and your job to work it out!”  I watched an incredible situation turn around in my favor.

Lydia was a school teacher. She was successful, at the top of her game you might say in her profession. She didn’t feel she lacked anything. One day she sat down considering, “Is this all?” “Is this all there is to life?” “Could there be more?” She began to seek what more there might be, and then Jesus showed up.

I love this testimony she shares here. A testimony of how she learned to trust the Lord for everything, and a testimony that even when others’ unbelief tries to discourage faith, you don't have to let it, and she didn’t!

God Bless You,
Misty
 

“The Faithfulness of God”

( Note: Written from her account as given by Lydia. Note some areas {....} not transcribed due to uncertainty of word(s). )


After God had intervened in Lydia’s life, she was now living in Jerusalem at a most dangerous time.

"Now we could hardly get food at that time. We could hardly get out, but we had no bread; so there was nothing to do, but try to get out. And I’ll tell you a little about how God was faithful.

 

I said to the children, will you now be careful not to open the door for anyone, and be praying for me. It was a warm, it was a summer day, it was very hot. I was {….} then as now, it wasn’t easy.

 

I went down these dusty roads, came down to the Damascus gate. And there all the shops are outside with the wall, and there they’re selling everything, such to say. I went to a place where they were selling flour. And as I came in there, the first thing the man said to me was, “ You are a Jewess.” I said, “I’m not.” I didn’t dare say anything more, I thought I better be quiet. I stood there praying; and I thought what would happen. At that time a woman {…..} God sent my woman, who always use to come to the home and help me washing. When she saw me she got so excited. “You are very welcome here, and how are you?” “How are your children?” I thought, “Let her speak cause then he can hear, the man, that I’m not a Jewess.” If I had been a Jewess, as he said, “If you are a Jewess”, we’ll kill you. But I stood there and let her talk. And when he heard that I answered her in Arabic, he understood that I wasn’t a Jewess. He said, “Well you can have, you can have the flour.” I bought a sack of flour and paid her the price, I said thank you, will you bring it to the home? “Bring it to your home? Never” he said. “If we go down where you live, the Jews will kill you, kill us, and if you bring a Jew up here, we will kill him.” I said, “Well, will you give me my money back then?” “Oh no, there is the flour, that’s yours, the money is mine.”

 

 

 

 

So I stood there praying to God, and then a young {….} boy came. He said, “I am not afraid, I’ll go with you, I’ll be working for the Jews, I know them a little." And then we got the flour on the donkey, and off we went; the man and I running after the donkey. Sometimes it would stop and sometimes it would run. That was really a sight, I would like to of seen myself really.

Then at once the donkey stopped. It wouldn’t move. And the man he started to beat that poor donkey. And I started to tell him how wicked it was. I said, “Don’t do it, it’s just a shame.” And while we had the argument, the donkey ran off. And now I’ll tell you something, you may not believe it, but all the same it’s true. The donkey went exactly to my home. And when I came there, there were two roads; one that would lead to the synagogue, and the house where I lived; you have heard I’m sure about {….} I just lived there. That was the border between the Jews and {…..} Then there was another road I never went down {….} and there the donkey had gone I suppose, I don’t know, but at least when I came home the donkey was just outside my door.

 

 Now people say, “That couldn’t be true”; I say nevertheless, it is true. So they say, “Don’t you know that when a donkey has been in one place, one time, it will always go there again.” I say, “I believe that; but then again, wasn’t that marvelous that God knew to choose the right donkey for me.”

And that is how I have seen God’s hand time and time again."