ONE hot summer evening the sky suddenly filled with dark clouds, and the vivid flashes of lightning told of an approaching storm. Soon the thunder crashed overhead, and the forked lightning blazed forth with awful brilliancy.
Mrs. Brown was standing by the bedside of her little five-year-old boy, who was watching the lightning play about his bed.
As flash after flash flew past her, she grew fearful, when her little son turned his large blue eyes upon her, and said:
“Isn’t it bright, mother? Is God lighting his lamps?”
The mother’s heart was touched at the child’s question, and all fear forsook her; she felt that it was indeed God who allowed the storm, and that He could protect His children through it. Her child’s trust had rebuked her fears.
ML 07/27/1924