Grasshoppers crunched underfoot; they ate up every green
thing; they made Ma feel sick. She sat down limply in her rocking chair,
confessing that she could no longer bear this plague. Not long later, the
grasshoppers began to walk west; then they flew away in a glittering cloud.
Soon a mist of green began to appear on the prairie, now that the
grasshoppers had flown away.
We ought to pray without ceasing, especially when we are
at our wits’ end; we also might express our feelings to those around us—God
hears us then, too. It seems that the Lord heard Ma’s heart cry. And when His
providential hand lifted her heavy load, Ma prayed in a tone of thankfulness,
praising the Lord who can do anything—including what seems impossible.
Chrissy, your dad ate a grasshopper in high school Science class many years ago. When I asked him how it tasted, he said, “It was crunchy but tasteless, yet full of protein!” I answered, “No thank you, I’ll get my protein elsewhere!”
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