The Lord Will Provide <DIV></DIV>> <DIV></DIV>>Old Mrs. Watkins awoke one spring morning to find that <DIV></DIV>>the river had flooded the entire first floor of her <DIV></DIV>>house. Looking out of her window, she saw that the <DIV></DIV>>water was still rising. Two men passing by in a <DIV></DIV>>rowboat shouted up an invitation to row to safety with <DIV></DIV>>them. "No, thank you," Mrs. Watkins replied. "The Lord <DIV></DIV>>will provide." The men shrugged and rowed on. <DIV></DIV>> <DIV></DIV>>By evening, the water level forced Mrs. Watkins to <DIV></DIV>>climb on top of the roof for safety. She was spotted <DIV></DIV>>by a man in a motorboat, who offered to pick her up. <DIV></DIV>>"Don't trouble yourself," she told him. "The Lord will <DIV></DIV>>provide." <DIV></DIV>> <DIV></DIV>>Pretty soon, Mrs. Watkins had to seek refuge atop the <DIV></DIV>>chimney. When a Red Cross cutter came by on patrol, <DIV></DIV>>she waved it on, shouting, "The Lord will provide." So <DIV></DIV>>the boat left, the water rose and the old woman <DIV></DIV>>drowned. <DIV></DIV>> <DIV></DIV>>Dripping wet and thoroughly annoyed, she came through <DIV></DIV>>the pearly gates and demanded to speak to God. "What <DIV></DIV>>happened?" she cried. <DIV></DIV>> <DIV></DIV>>"For cryin' out loud, lady," God said, "I sent three boats."
