One day, a party sailed down the harbor in a boat. The weather was fine when they started. In the afternoon a black cloud arose, the thunder rolled and the lightning flashed, occasioning great alarm among the ladies. One lady was more frightened than the rest; her little daughter nestled towards her; taking her hand, and looking up into her mother’s face with a look of pity and surprise.
“Mother,” said she, “God is in the thunder; can’t we trust Him when He speaks loud, as well as when He speaks easy?”
“Yes, my child,” replied the rebuked mother, with a tear in her eye. “And pray, Mary, that I may have the perfect trust of a little child.”
How precious was little Mary’s faith!
ML 12/30/1945