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passed away, and I. had been so free, but one day about Christmas I was in the courthouse on business. Some thing about the surroundings— seeing the lawyers and court— for a moment brought back the remembrance of the old sorrow which seemed to cover me, but I quickly said, “Why, I am free,” and immediately I was filled with praise and Joy. Then one day, a num ber of years later, on my back porch it landed on me again, and I cried to the Lord for helpi In a moment or two my next door neighbor’s little boy, about three years old, came running around the house, and when I saw his handsome little smiling face, with dancing blue eyes and rosy cheeks, and heard him say, “ Aunty J,” as the chil dren in the neighborhood called me, “ I have come over to love you.” Such a hug and kiss he gave me that I felt he was God’s angel sent to comfort me. Then he said, “ And now I must go.” He had never done such a thing before. * In fact, when I used to ask him for “ a big hug” he would make an excuse that he “ left it at home” or somewhere else. His mother told me, when I was telling her how the Lord used him to comfort me, that he was out playing and had come in and asked if he could go over to Aunty J and love her. Some months after that, I was again on that enclosed porch, and again the unutterable sense of loneliness struck me. I cried to the Lord, and again came the sound of litr tie feet running around the corner of the house, and a sweet voice said, “ I’ve come to love you.” He couldn’t stop but a minute, then away he went, and the gloom left, never to return. He had been playing in the yard with the children, and as his father was work ing out there, he had asked permission to come and love me. When I again told his mother what he had done and how it comforted me, she said it was a wonder R. let him come as he did not allow him to go to the neighbors. I think of the expe rience quite often. Although they moved away and I never see them any more, the influence of that child re mains. And out of the depths of my heart I have said, “ Thank you Lord, for the way you have led me.” I wouldn't have missed one trial that has crossed my path. In everything I have been enriched in Him. «And every one that hath (oraakea houaca, or brethrea, or alatera, or father, or mother, or w ife, or ehlldrea, or laada, fo r my Name’a aahe, ahal! receive aa hundred fold , aad ahall Inherit everlaet- la g life ” (Matt. IB i XS).
them all back in Just a week, except a key-hole saw, worth about twenty- five cento. One of the other men went to work for a Russian Jew, telling him he had no tools, whereupon he said, “ I’ll loan you some,” and handed him bis own tools. The man went quietly to the phone and called the police. The officer arrested the Jew, and then they all went to the house where he lived and found there the stolen tools, some under the dresser and some under other furniture. There was a big wagon-load of plunder, for he had removed the plumbing and everything else he could lift. The next time, about a year later, my son came home and said, “ Mother, I was cleaned out last night.” I was definitely led to pray for the man’s soul more than for the tools, considering that was worth far more. In two weeks some one phoned he had been caught trying to sell the tools, and my son got back all but two chisels. I went to the county Jail to see the man who had stolen the tools. He felt sorry, and I talked to him about his soul; he said he had been trying to find God for seven years. He had studied Christian Sci ence and other cults, but he couldn t find God. Certainly the Lord let him get into that trouble, for I had the great Joy of showing him the way to find the Saviour and see him have the joy of Salvation. A Little Boy God's Messenger of Love I will tell now of the testings to which I referred. Five years had But it drove out fear And doubtings drear, And Health breathed softly, "You’ll win.” Only a tiny message To a friend bowed low in grief; But it soothed the pain Like an angel’s strain, - And Hope whispered gently, “ Night’s brief.” Only a tender “ Try Christ,” To a weary sin-sick soul; But the man looked high And willed to try, And Christ said; “ Be thou whole.” “ INASMUCH" Only a flower tribute To a fretful, sick “ shut-in";
The rent being so cheap, he accepted the proposition. She was to move in Tuesday and he on Saturday. That would give me time to more out. I expected his wife to come to look at the house, but she didn’t and she told me afterwards if she . had she wouldn’ t have come, as it was a Chris- • tian community. When they came, I saw at a glance that they were not the people I would have picked, and I said: “ Lord, I cer tainly have got to trust you now.” She spent a good deal of time visiting me, and I told of much of what God had done for me, and the people I knew. She told me afterward how she would go back to her house and cry and say: / » I wish I was good,” and then come ' down again. Once I was tempted to think I had overdone the matter and said too much. When she came she wasn’t well, and by the end of the week she said she m u s t h a v e a doctor. As I went about my work, I said to the Lord: “ Can’t you heal her? Thank you, Lord; I believe you do; she is well.” When I saw her a little later with the broom in her hands, she asked me if I had prayed, and said that she was perfectly well. The following Sunday I was sick ,. but felt I must take the mother to church, and when the first song was sung, “No Room in Heaven for Me,” she broke down and wept. At the . close I told her I would go forward with her if she would go, and she con sented at once. She prayed and laid all she knew at the Master’s feet, and I said to her: "Can you say, *1 can, I will, I do believe that Jesus saves me now’ ?” and she did, and now I said, “ it is done,” and we arose from our / knees. As she walked in obedience, God most wonderfully blessed and used her in the salvation of souls, and the church to which she belonged made her a deaconess. She had a good deal of “ back track” to take, much to con fess and make right, but God gave her grace and courage and she went through— bless His dear name! A motto, “ Get Right With God," that I had left on the wall, with a prayer that God might use it, she said, seemed to follow her all over the house, and one time, when she asked her husband to bring some beer home, he said: "I couldn’t drink beer in this house.” The Stolen Tools
The tribute, the tiny message, The pointing home to the Son, Were told that night By angels bright To the Father, who smiled, “ Well done.” — Mrs. W. C. Vlnin*.
During the time that my son worked at the carpenter’s trade, he with others, had his tools stolen twice. The first time, in answer to prayer, he got
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