It was a windy and rough day on the water. My dad and I went out in my boat fishing, quite far
from land. Having taken one "drop" at some shoals we were about to return home. Upon starting
the engine we found we had lost the propeller.

There we were, night coming on, in rough weather, and no propeller. I looked to the Lord that
we might find it. We then sculled into the wind to where we thought we stopped last. Dad looked
in the waterglass. There, about twenty feet down on the bottom, was the propeller! We hooked
it up with the grapnel and using a piece of lead and a nail to hold it on we were able to get back
to land.

I have found that we can look to the Lord both in great difficulties as this was and in small things
such as getting a tight nut loose. He is our resource in all things.

George Muller, the "father" and friend of several thousand orphans in his lifetime, once took an
ocean voyage from Liverpool to Quebec. As they neared Newfoundland on a Wednesday, the fog
was so thick that very slow progress was being made. Mr. Muller went to the captain.

"Captain," said he, "I have come to tell you that I must be in Quebec on Saturday afternoon."

"It is impossible," replied the captain.

"Very well, then," spoke Muller calmly, "if your ship cannot take me, God will find some other
means of locomotion to take me. I have never broken an engagement in fifty-seven years."

"I would willingly help you, but how can 1? I am helpless."

"Let us go down to the chart room and pray," suggested Muller.

The captain eyed Muller as though wondering what lunatic asylum this man could have come
from. He then asked Mr. Muller, "Do you know how dense this fog is?"

"No," he replied, "my eye is not on the density of the fog, but on the living God who controls
every circumstance of my life."

Muller knelt down and prayed one of the simplest of prayers. When he finished, the captain was
about to pray, but Muller put his hand on his shoulder and told him not to pray. "First," he told
the captain, "you do not believe God will do it; and second, I believe He has done it, so there is
no need whatever for you to pray about it."

The captain looked at his passenger mystified. Mr. Muller went on, "I have known my Lord for
fifty-seven years and there has never been a single day that I have failed to gain an audience with
Him. If you will get up now and open the door, you will find the fog is gone."

The captain got up and opened the door. The fog was gone! George Muller was in Quebec for his
engagement on Saturday afternoon.