My husband, a Methodist pastor, was visiting a parishioner in the hospital undergoing surgery today, and ran across the July 1997 issue of Guidepost magazine in the waiting area. He could hardly wait to show me an article, "Raisins and Almonds," a beautiful story from the 1920's of a premature baby who thrived on the milk of a gracious Jewish neighbor woman. It seems the baby's mother was unable to breastfeed, and none of the formulas could be tolerated. As baby Nonie grew weaker and weaker, his family desperately prayed for milk the baby could tolerate. His older 14-year-old sister happened to meet a neighbor woman who was nursing her baby. When she said wistfully she wished her mother could feed HER baby brother that way, the woman immediately offered to help. Twice a day, this kind neighbor went to their home to breastfeed her baby brother until he grew fat and healthy and was able to eat solid foods. As she nursed, she always sang a Yiddish lullaby which meant "Raisins and Almonds," a lullaby that speaks of hope for a better future. The author goes on to tell how her family had prayed for milk, and the nourishment of God's love and grace flowed through this neighbor. If you've had a tough day and need a touching "pick-me-up," I encourage you to pick *this* up and read it. It'll make your day!