We encouraged each other with the thought that Jehovah cared and that we needed to trust him. Sometimes I had no strength to cope. Yet, his little arms around me, together with the confident and reassuring comment, “Don’t cry, Mummy, Jehovah will take care of us, ” made a world of difference.
Reizēm man šķita, ka es vairs nevaru izturēt, taču, kad viņš mani apskāva ar savām mazajām rociņām un pārliecības pilnā balsī teica: ” Neraudi, mammu, Jehova par mums parūpēsies, ” — viss uzreiz likās citāds.