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God’s
Angels
From the moment we became missionaries, it seemed like Satan tackled us on every side.
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was opening the gate to our home when the wind from an unexpected storm yanked it from my hand, knocking me on my face and gashing my ankle clean to the tendon. Six stitches and a pair of crutches later I was back home, ready to unpack and start my new life as a missionary. From that point on, it seemed that Satan tackled us at every side. Our vehicle was broken into. Our groceries were stolen. I got bitten by a dog. Our baby got roseola. We were robbed. We had problems at work. But each time God performed some miracle—great or small—to confirm that He was with us.
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