King's Business - 1935-01

January, 1936

T H E K I N G ' S B U S I N E S S

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A STORY By L ouise H arrison M c C raw

don’t know o f anybody who would interfere with the pres­ ent arrangement. I try not to spoil her, but I can’t resist rocking her to sleep at night. She always tells me what to. sing. ‘I sink when I wead’ is her favorite. I love her little expressions. The other day I asked her why she didn’t bring Katy, one o f her little playmates, to Sunday school (I had sent her by the house), and she said, ‘I went to her house but she didn’t been at home.’ I could go on all night about her, but I think I’d better wait and let you see her for yourself. She is just another o f my dear Fath­ er’s compensations.” Dr. Fenwick stirred rather uneasily in his chair, and with a look o f slight embarrassment said, “ You haven’t told me anything yet about the most personal affair, Marion. You know I am always interested in hearing anything you wish to tell me about it.” “ That’s just what I ’m coming to now, Dr. Fenwick. When you showed me that God wanted me to present my body to Him, and that this meant all that touched my life, I finally gave Him, too, the hope I had of somehow, some day having things made right between Don and me. It was my alabaster box. O f course, I ’ve always had the hope that God would give it back to me— that there might come into being, a finer, higher emotion, and the finest, highest relationship, and I believe now that’s what He is going to do. During all the years we have been separated— since the crash, I mean— Don has not written me half a dozen let­ ters. He said letters would only muddle things. But he has sent me lots o f things at different times. Those pink roses which you will see on the dining table presently and this lovely bar pin came from him today. But, best o f all, there was a note saying he expects to see me the last of March. It almost overwhelms me to think o f God’s giving me the spiritual things which have come as a result o f your teaching me to love His Book, o f you for a friend and elder brother— ” “ It’s Very kind of

“ You feel sure, then, that this young man is the God- chosen mate for you ?” “ No, I ’m not absolutely sure. I’m trying to be prepared for changes in him (I truly hope there have already been some inward changes). I know he will see many in me. I have sense enough to know he will miss a good deal in youth and looks.” “ You are pretty enough for any man, and I think there has been infinite compensation in other ways for whatever you may have lost by the years. There is something o f the ‘little girl’ in you, Marion, that I think will never die. I am wondering if this fellow appreciates you— ” “ Oh, he overrates me to an absurd extent,” she answered. “ O f course, I know that, in a way, we are strangers, but I believe God is bringing him back to me so that I may bring to him some o f the precious truths you have brought to me. I feel very certain he has not had the opportunities that I have had. I don’t see how he could unless he had had you for his teacher and human guide. Nobody could have had such a teacher as mine.” “ Don’t be extravagant, little girl. You know as well as I, that your teacher would revert to type in two minutes if he were left alone.” “ Yes, I know, and I ’m not giving you any o f the praise for your ministry to me, but I can’t help acknowledging the infinite wisdom o f God in selecting you for the instru­ ment He needed for this hard job. There are some o f His children (dear to His heart, I know) who would have driven me the other way if they had tried to lead me to Him. I long for Don to come under your direct influence, but if that is not to be, the next best thing is for me to be your proxy. I pray every day that God will make me fit to lead him— if He wants us to join our lives together. O f course I ’m not sure about whether He does or not, but I am sure that I shall have light when it is necessary to act. This morning as I was reading, this message fixed itself in my mind: ‘God is light, and in him is no darkness at all.’ It seemed to be a promise directly to me that He would reveal His will to me as plain as day when He was ready for action. Until that time, I suppose there’s nothing to do but keep waiting.” “ There’s a world o f difference between waiting on God and just the Micawber-type sort o f waiting, isn’t there?” asked Dr. Fenwick, as he clasped his lean brown fingers together at the back o f his neck and looked steadily into [Continued on page 19]

you to say ‘brother’ instead o f ‘ father,’ ” he interrupted with a half-smile. She banished the s u g g e s t i o n with a wave o f the hand— “ o f my precious lit­ tle girl, my work, and then the heart’s desire o f all these years in addition to all this!”

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