ONE evening I was about to close up the house early, and my little three year old daughter asked permission to accompany me, and together we went through the basement, seeing that windows and doors were securely fastened. On reaching the main hall above, I bade her stand still until I had turned out the light, fearing she was toddling along after me, and might stumble and fall in the dark. The light out, I asked, "Darling, where are you?" not knowing the spot where she might be standing. The baby answer came, full of love and faith, "In de dark, papa!" And guided by her voice, I took her hand, and we went upstairs.
Sometimes it seems as if God calls to us when we are perplexed with worldly cares and troubles, and asks, "My child, where are you?" And when we answer, "In the dark, Father!" He takes us by the hand and leads us to the light.
Messages of the Love of God 8/3/1958