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She had come all the way from England with her children, walking toward a new home in Zion.
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But now it was almost night, and there was no food. Not even a crumb.
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Some of the men had gone out to look for buffalo. But night was coming, and they had not come back.
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Ann looked at her children. Eight hungry mouths, and nothing to put in the pot.
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So Ann did what she always did. She got down on her knees and asked God for help.
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And while she prayed, she remembered something.
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At the very bottom of her trunk, there were two hard sea biscuits. They were small. They were so hard they could not even be broken.
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Two biscuits for eight people? Ann smiled quietly to herself. She remembered a story - five loaves of bread and two small fish, and five thousand hungry people waiting. That was not enough food either. But Jesus had done it - every single person had eaten. If He could do it then, maybe He could do it again.
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"With God's help," Ann said softly, "nothing is impossible."
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She found the Dutch oven - the big, heavy iron pot. She put the biscuits inside.
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Then she poured water over them - just enough to cover those two little biscuits.
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Then Ann bowed her head and asked God to bless the little pot of food.
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She put the heavy lid on. She set the pot right on the coals, and she waited.
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The fire popped. A cold wind blew past. The children waited and watched.
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A little while later, Ann reached down and took hold of the lid.
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She lifted the lid. And the pan was filled with food.
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The children looked at the full, steaming pot. Nobody said a word. They just knew.
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Ann kneeled down. And all her children kneeled with her. Together, they thanked God for his goodness.
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That night, Ann's family had enough. Every one of them.
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Two biscuits. Eight people. One miracle. And a mother who always knew where to look for help.
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Behind the story
The real words behind it
Ann Jewell Rowley wrote down what happened herself. One night on the plains, her family had no food for supper - just two hard biscuits. She got on her knees and asked God to bless what she had, the same way she always did. She put the biscuits in a dutch oven, covered them with water, set the lid on, and placed it over the coals. When she lifted the lid, the pan was full. Her whole family ate that night, and then they knelt together and gave thanks.
She remembered a story about five loaves and two fishes feeding five thousand. She believed the same thing had happened to her. Turn the page to see her face, and read her own words.
The real story · photographs
Ann Jewell Rowley
Jane Rowley
Behind the story · 1 of 4
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"There came a time when there seemed to be no food at all."
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"Some of the men left to hunt buffalo. Night was coming and there was no food for the evening meal."
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"Surely, that was not enough to feed 8 people."
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"I asked God's help as I always did. I got on my knees."
Behind the story · 2 of 4
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"5 loaves and 2 fishes were not enough to feed 5,000 people either, but through a miracle, Jesus had done it."
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"with God's help, nothing is impossible."
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"covered them with water."
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"asked for God's blessing."
Behind the story · 3 of 4
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"I put the lid on the pan and set it on the coals."
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"When I took off the lid a little later."
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"I found the pan filled with food."
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"I kneeled with my family and thanked God for his goodness."
Behind the story · 4 of 4
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"That night my family had sufficient food."
ABOUT THIS RECORD
This book was drawn from the journals, kept 1712-2004.
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The plains are cold. The fire is small. Ann Rowley has two hard biscuits and eight hungry children, and she does the only thing left to do - she prays.
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Page 1
Ann Jewell Rowley had walked a very long way.bridge
Page 2
She had come all the way from England with her children, walking toward a new home in Zion.paraphrase
Page 3
But now it was almost night, and there was no food. Not even a crumb.paraphrase
Page 4
Some of the men had gone out to look for buffalo. But night was coming, and they had not come back.paraphrase
Page 5
Ann looked at her children. Eight hungry mouths, and nothing to put in the pot.paraphrase
Page 6
So Ann did what she always did. She got down on her knees and asked God for help.paraphrase
Page 7
And while she prayed, she remembered something.bridge
Page 8
At the very bottom of her trunk, there were two hard sea biscuits. They were small. They were so hard they could not even be broken.paraphrase
Page 9
Two biscuits for eight people? Ann smiled quietly to herself.bridgeShe remembered a story - five loaves of bread and two small fish, and five thousand hungry people waiting.paraphraseThat was not enough food either. But Jesus had done it - every single person had eaten.paraphraseIf He could do it then, maybe He could do it again.bridge
Page 10
"With God's help," Ann said softly, "nothing is impossible."direct
Page 11
She found the Dutch oven - the big, heavy iron pot. She put the biscuits inside.bridge
Page 12
Then she poured water over them - just enough to cover those two little biscuits.paraphrase
Page 13
Then Ann bowed her head and asked God to bless the little pot of food.paraphrase
Page 14
She put the heavy lid on. She set the pot right on the coals, and she waited.paraphrase
Page 15
The fire popped. A cold wind blew past. The children waited and watched.bridge
Page 16
A little while later, Ann reached down and took hold of the lid.paraphrase
Page 17
She lifted the lid. And the pan was filled with food.paraphrase
Page 18
The children looked at the full, steaming pot. Nobody said a word. They just knew.bridge
Page 19
Ann kneeled down. And all her children kneeled with her. Together, they thanked God for his goodness.paraphrase
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That night, Ann's family had enough. Every one of them.paraphrase
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Two biscuits. Eight people. One miracle. And a mother who always knew where to look for help.paraphrase