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To Be a Blessing has received special permission from internationally recognized author Joan Wester Anderson to use this wonderful story from her book, Where Wonders Prevail. Joan's books are available directly from her web site and from Amazon.com The direct link to this story page is http://www.joanwanderson.com/wherewondersprevail.htm
WHERE WONDERS PREVAIL
True Accounts that Bear Witness to the Existence of Heaven
As the first three books circulated, I was asked to appear on a number of radio and television talk shows and videos, including a syndicated television series titled, "Could It Be a Miracle?" (The media was taking note of the tremendous public interest in heavenly happenings!) People from all faiths and lifestyles were now willing to share---incredible multiplication miracles, contact from loved ones in Heaven, even a stillborn baby brought to life. God is alive and well, and living in our hearts-and these stories needed to be told.
Excerpt from the book by Joan Wester Anderson
What goes around comes around. Roberta Eschenbaum, a farm wife living outside Miller, South Dakota, certainly knows this to be true. She had taken a quick trip into Miller one morning, and was rushing home to get the noon meal on the table for the workmen. As she drove, she was also keeping an eye out for her father, who had emphysema and lived alone. "He didn't drive much except for the twelve miles out to our farm," she says, "so I always knew that if he needed help on the road, one of our neighbors would probably see him and stop." But it was still a worry for her, and she often prayed for his safety.
There was no sign of Roberta's father's car. Instead, up ahead, she saw another vehicle stopped at the side of the road, a man peering into the engine. "I was in a hurry, and although I always help people I know, this man was a stranger," Roberta says. She should have kept going, especially since the area was deserted. Yet something told her to stop. She did.
The driver was having trouble with his battery, so Roberta drove to a neighboring farm, borrowed booster cables, drove back, and got the car going. "This is wonderful," the driver thanked her and reached for his wallet. "Could I...?"
"No payment necessary," Roberta smiled, getting back in her car. "Just return this favor by helping the next person you find stalled along a road."
"I certainly will!" The man waved as she pulled out.
Two weeks later, Roberta's father phoned, with an interesting story to tell. "I went to an auction about fifty miles southwest of here..." he began.
"Fifty miles!" Roberta was aghast. "Dad, you never drive that far alone!"
"...And I got a flat tire on the way home."
Now Roberta was in a panic. The area he was describing was a backcountry road, with little or no chance of anyone coming by. Nor could her father have changed his own tire, weakened as he was. "What happened?" she asked.
"You wouldn't believe it. A nice motorist came along right away, and changed my tire. But when I offered to pay him, he said no. Seems a woman outside of Miller had given him a battery jump two weeks ago, and told him to pass on the favor. He was paying a debt to her."
Roberta felt love surrounding her like a hug. "I think God knew Dad was going to do that, and so He arranged a rescue ahead of time," she says. "I look for evidence of His presence all the time--and I always find it."
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This book has become a favorite of high school and college students, as well as people who are ill or in mourning. (I'm not sure why-this is just what my mail reveals.) If you want to spread some inspiration, WHERE WONDERS PREVAIL may be a good choice: Ballantine Books, paperback. Order an autographed copy from me (address below). Check or money order for $12 plus $4 per book for shipping and handling. Illinois residents add 7% sales tax. Tell me to whom the book should be signed, and if it is for a special occasion (birthday, Christmas, etc). I'll get it out to you immediately.
Joan Wester Anderson P.O. Box 127, Prospect Heights, IL 60070 US
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