I've heard this pioneer story from time to time and have always enjoyed it for it's simple message. I heard it again on Sunday and was reminded of my previous post on service Can the Lord count on me to help those who need it--can I be his hands?

This story comes from a journal entry of pioneer Joseph Millett, who with his large family was suffering through some very difficult times.

"One of my children came in and said that Brother Newton Hall's folks was out of bread, had none that day.

I divided our flour in a sack to send up to Brother Hall. Just then Brother Hall came.

Says I, 'Brother Hall, are you out of flour?'

'Brother Millett, we have none.'

'Well, Brother Hall, there is some in that sack. I have divided it and was going to send it to you. Your children told mine that you was out.'

Brother Hall began to cry. He said he had tried others, but could not get any. He went to the cedars and prayed to the Lord, and the Lord told him to go to Joseph Millett.

'Well Brother Hall, you needn't bring this back. If the Lord sent you for it you don't owe me for it.'

That night Joseph Millett recorded a remarkable sentence in his journal:
'You can't tell me how good it made me feel to know that the Lord knew there was such a person as Joseph Millett.'