I went out one afternoon with a companion for the object of giving away some tracts, and we sought guidance that we might be directed aright. We had not gone far when we saw before us a large wagon, with a man walking by the side. I felt a great longing to give him a book, and to speak to him, but he was some distance in front, and we did not see how we could catch up to him. Presently my companion said, "Look! here is a sack lying in the road; that man in front must have dropped it," and at once called out loudly to the man to stop. After the sack had been returned to the man, I spoke a few words to him about the Savior. I found that he was one that indeed needed comfort, for he was in great sorrow, having just lost his wife and two children. I told him of that blessed one who alone could fill the void in his heart, and give him true happiness here and hereafter-even Jesus, who says, "Come unto me, all that labor and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest." Then I gave him the little book, and asked him to read it carefully at home.
Some weeks after, when inviting the people of the town to come to a special service, several wagons passed by; with one of them, to my astonishment, was the very man I had met three weeks before. He at once said: "I am glad to see you, to tell you how the Lord has used that little tract you gave me, for I know now that Jesus died for me, and that all my sins are forgiven through His death for me, and it has made me so happy. The Lord bless you."
After a little more conversation he went on his way, and I have not seen him since, but he left me with a heart full of praise to Him who had so answered my prayer, and had let me know of it while here on earth.
May this little incident teach us not to be weary in well-doing, ever remembering the gracious words, "Be ye steadfast, unmovable, always abounding in the work of the Lord, for as much as ye know that your labor is not in vain in the Lord." (1 Cor. 15:58.)