O NE 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 against her, taking her hand, and looking up into her mother’s face with a look of pity and surprise, she said, “Mother, 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! “What time I am afraid, I will trust in Thee.” Psa. 56:33What time I am afraid, I will trust in thee. (Psalm 56:3).
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