"
"The Lord knows what is best for us. I want nothing but what He wills for
me. If pain, and poverty come, they are His evangels, and should I dare
to repine?"
"Perhaps He has seen that you are patient under severity, and He may send
comfort now."
"My Father is rich and wise, therefore I am content; for I know His
kindness is without limit."
I looked in his face. A grave, refined expression lent dignity to
features already handsome, while there was a serenity one of the Old
Masters might have coveted to reproduce on one of their immortal pictured
faces.
"Your daughter shall have all the nourishment the doctor orders after
this; and I believe she will soon be better. The Lord is more pitiful
than we are," I said, gently.
"God will reward you, my dear friend. Pardon me for calling you such; but
you have indeed been a friend in adversity."
"I am glad to be a friend of one who is the friend of God. I esteem it
both an honor and privilege."
"I pray God you may very soon hold the dearer relation to Himself of
child, if you are not that already." He turned his face to me with an
eager, expectant expression.
"No, not in the way you speak of. I am no nearer to Him than I was in
childhood. It is only of late I realized the need to be reconciled to
Him."
"He answers prayer." There was such a ring of joyful faith in his voice
I felt convinced there was one praying for me who had a firm hold on God.
I turned to Mrs. Blake, who was busying herself in trying to make a fire.
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