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Genesis 18:25.

Her: Abba, she’s gone …

Her Father, somberly: Yes, child.

Her: But how? How could she die so suddenly? She was so full of life.

Her Father: Dear one, I numbered her days without mistake.

Her: But did she know You? At the end — did she?

Her Father, gently: If you never know in this life, can you entrust this secret thing to Me?

Her: Then I’m to have no comforting answer?

Her Father, softly: Precious child, shall not the Judge of all the earth do what is just?

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