I have just been to see a poor, dear, sick woman, who cannot move herself on her bed; one full of praise to God for His mercies, afforded her by a kind brother, with a comfortable bed and a pleasant room. Both hands are paralyzed, and unable to move the fingers. She lies on her back all day and night; her· poor back very painful and sore; I repeated the 14th of John, as well as the 3rd of Colossians, to verse 17. I think she, too, could say these chapters to herself. Before we prayed together she told me this sweet story, which she often recalls to herself as she endeavors to raise her arms heavenward, hoping that she; too, will soon be allowed to pass away― “when,” I say, “when your place is prepared;”
A little child was very sick in a children’s ward in a hospital.
A lady came to see her, and said, “The loving Lord Jesus will soon take you home to be with Him forever.” “Will He?” the little tot replied, “but how will He know me amongst us all?” “Just hold up your hand, darling; He will be sure to see it,” and so the pretty pet held up her hand as she was falling asleep that night, and when the nurse came round the little child had gone home. But her hand was still lifted up. And so, dear friend, let us lift up our hearts with our hands continually, and say with faith and hope, “Come, Lord Jesus, come quickly.”
Emily P. Leakey