Let the Redeemed Tell Their Story
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Stories
Let the redeemed of the Lord tell their story—
those he redeemed from the hand of the foe…
Some wandered in desert wastelands,
finding no way to a city where they could settle.
They were hungry and thirsty,
and their lives ebbed away.
Then they cried out to the Lord in their trouble,
and he delivered them from their distress. (vv. 2-6)
Julia Delaney, a Ukrainian native who now lives in Fort Lauderdale, Florida, tells about a lifesaving gift her mother received during the first months of the war. Julia writes:
“This morning in Kyiv, Ukraine, a large bag with heart medicine was delivered to my mom. For free. By volunteers. She cried.
“I talk to my mom every day. Even though she is in Ukraine, she doesn't cry often. Just sometimes... you know, tears are needed to release. She cried the first time to relieve anguish and despair after the sleepless night spent under a non-stop missile attack of the Russian militants all around her apartment building. And now, with tears of gratitude to humanity, she cried hard, holding a bag of life-saving medicine.
“You see, my mother is 76, and she is a recent heart attack survivor. So she had to have her blood pressure and heart medicine with her at all times. The war cut everyone off guard. She wasn't able to refill her emergency heart medicine and began to run off her daily supply. Even though pharmacies in her area are open, there is not much there.
My mother's neighbor advised her to submit a list of the medicine she needs to a charity. So she did, with no high hopes and expectations. This morning, a young man by feet delivered the life-saving bag to my mother.
‘How much?’ my father asked, overwhelmed with gratitude.
‘It is yours.’ said the man and smiled — ‘I just have to take a picture of you with the bag for a record’
Julia said, “My mother cried as she opened the bag; all needed meds were there including an emergency one; then she cried when she was telling me the story. I cried with her.”
those he redeemed from the hand of the foe…
Some wandered in desert wastelands,
finding no way to a city where they could settle.
They were hungry and thirsty,
and their lives ebbed away.
Then they cried out to the Lord in their trouble,
and he delivered them from their distress. (vv. 2-6)
Julia Delaney, a Ukrainian native who now lives in Fort Lauderdale, Florida, tells about a lifesaving gift her mother received during the first months of the war. Julia writes:
“This morning in Kyiv, Ukraine, a large bag with heart medicine was delivered to my mom. For free. By volunteers. She cried.
“I talk to my mom every day. Even though she is in Ukraine, she doesn't cry often. Just sometimes... you know, tears are needed to release. She cried the first time to relieve anguish and despair after the sleepless night spent under a non-stop missile attack of the Russian militants all around her apartment building. And now, with tears of gratitude to humanity, she cried hard, holding a bag of life-saving medicine.
“You see, my mother is 76, and she is a recent heart attack survivor. So she had to have her blood pressure and heart medicine with her at all times. The war cut everyone off guard. She wasn't able to refill her emergency heart medicine and began to run off her daily supply. Even though pharmacies in her area are open, there is not much there.
My mother's neighbor advised her to submit a list of the medicine she needs to a charity. So she did, with no high hopes and expectations. This morning, a young man by feet delivered the life-saving bag to my mother.
‘How much?’ my father asked, overwhelmed with gratitude.
‘It is yours.’ said the man and smiled — ‘I just have to take a picture of you with the bag for a record’
Julia said, “My mother cried as she opened the bag; all needed meds were there including an emergency one; then she cried when she was telling me the story. I cried with her.”
