I am still struggling with the soon-to-be-ended isolation from my usual reference tools, and have not attempted to identify Annie Abels. If any readers are able to find details about her – her maiden name, her husband’s given name, her dates or children or residence – please share those along with any comments about her story. Thanks!

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I have often read in the Juvenile Instructor instances of the Lord’s answering the prayers of the Saints. I also have had some experience myself of the goodness of the Lord in answering prayer. And I would like to benefit others and help to promote faith by making a few statements.

I am a widow with four children to support. We all try to help make a living, and make home as comfortable as possible.

Sometimes when one of us is out of employment, it is rather hard to make both ends meet.

Sometime ago I was out of flour, and had no means with which to buy any. I was very much troubled about it, and knowing that every one has trouble in this life, I did not mention it to any one, but went to my Heavenly Father, asking His aid.

When I got home that night, the first thing that met my view was a fifty pound sack of flour and a sack of breakfast flour. I asked my daughter where it came from. She said it came from the Tithing Office, having my name and address on it.

I was very thankful for this help, and never found out who sent it.

After some months had passed, I found myself in the same trouble again. Knowing God to have been my help in former instances, I again laid the matter before Him.

On my way home from work that evening, I met Brother A—. He was standing on a corner, talking with two other gentlemen. when I was near to them, Brother A— turned to me and said, “Sister, I want to give you something.” And he handed me a five dollar Tithing Order.

I thanked him as best I could, and hurried on for fear of showing how near I came to breaking down.

These things show us that the Lord does watch over and care for those who put their trust in Him.

ANNIE ABELS


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