A Classic

"Why is she locked up inside the attic like that?"

Violet's words came from the couch as she sat watching the movie.

"She's insane, so he keeps her up there so she won't hurt anybody;

he has a care-giver up there for her so she won't hurt anybody or herself,"
I answered from the ironing board.

"What makes a person go insane like that?"

her questions seemed to come one right after another.

She had watched this movie already and was watching it again,

better understanding it this time, but wanting to understand those parts that had bothered her.

"There are different reasons for a person going insane,"

I paused as to which direction to go with this.
  I always try to find ways to condense information so that I don't lose my kids in big dialog.  It is a tricky conjuring up of rapid, precise information.

"Sometimes it is genetic, like in her case.  That means it was in her body from her mom or dad.

Her mother was insane, and they didn't tell him that when he married her.

Sometimes it can be caused by environment or things we eat or drink.

Eating too much junk or not getting the right nutrition for the body can make a person's body go off track."

I stopped for a minute to hand a crayon to Lillie who was asking for a pink one.

 I could see it had fallen and rolled by my feet.

Violet took this momentary lapse to ask another,
"Environment?

What do you mean by that?"

The hot iron was picked up again and swept the material as I answered,

"Environment means the situation or surroundings around you.

It's like the Romans that we are studying in history right now.

Some historians say many of them got lead poisoning because of the way they cooked in certain pots and pans or because of the piping that they used for their water.

When a metal in the body or even minerals become out of balance by having too much of it,

it can cause the brain to not function correctly."

"Another example is that there used to be a lot of lead used in paint."
I continued.

People who inhaled the dust from the paint that chipped off,

or little children who ate the paint chips that would flake off the windows were beginning to have problems and they linked it to the lead in the paint.

Aluminum pans is another one that can cause problems in the brain.

All of these large amounts of minerals and metals and different substances can cause problems in our bodies

because God made the body sensitive and we need to be careful what we put into it.

Sometimes, insanity can even be a spiritual thing, if a person fools with things of the devil.

There are different reasons for insanity,

but the thing was, he took care of her as best he could.

Others in that situation might have sent her away or even let her starve since she couldn't understand much of what was going on."

I could tell by the silence that she was thinking again.

"Why wouldn't Jane marry Mr. Rochester?  Why did she leave and not let him know where she was going?"

 This was a hard question, to try to sum up a person's hard choice to do what was right
even when it seemed so hard.

"She was not willing to go against her conscience." I summed up.
  "Once she found out he was married,

she knew she could not marry him.  She knew that deep in her heart,
she had to do what she knew was the right thing to do because she didn't want to live with the consequences of making a wrong choice.
Happiness doesn't come from things, or a big house, or jewelry,

or even marrying a man who loves you and you love him.

Happiness comes from doing what is right, even when it is really hard to do that.

That takes courage.  And she chose it."

 

"We all will have hard choices and you have to choose at that time what you will do.
We all make mistakes and God will always forgive us, and that is something important to never forget;
but there are consequences to the choices we make."

"It was hard." I agreed.  "It made her sad for a long time.

But God sees when we choose to do right and eventually she did end up happy again,

far happier than she would have been had she chosen to go against her conscience.

Sometimes, we may have to go through being sad,

but God sees the future and we have to trust that.

Back then, marriage was seen differently than today.

People who were married were married for life.  That is the way God intended it, even though that may be hard to have to live with sometimes, like it was for Mr. Rochester."

 I hadn't ironed for very long before she piped up again:

"That woman that liked Mr. Rochester, the rich one, she was so pretty,

and Jane is so plain.  I thought men liked beautiful women.  Why would he love Jane over her?"

 

I smiled at her thoughts, the heralded praise of beauty that is so often pushed on us,

all around us,

was being challenged by this story.

"The truth is, Violet, beauty is much more than what a person looks like.

What would be more pleasant to live with:

a plain person who smiles and sings and laughs and plays and is kind,

or a beautiful person who is mean and angry and hurtful?

Ugly manners and choices makes a beautiful person ugly.

Right character and choices can make a very plain person beautiful.

Men see that too, usually, sometimes not right away, but usually, eventually.

  It is tricky because men are created to be drawn to beauty

because that is the way God made them,

but they have to balance that with seeing the person on the inside,

or they may be stuck for the rest of their lives with a woman who makes their life unhappy."

 

Later, as the segments continued on, she came and said,

"Did you see how Jane acted when she found out she had inherited all that money

and she wasn't poor anymore.  She acted like it wasn't important.

But when she found out she was cousins of the people at Gateshead where she was staying,

she was so excited and happy.

Why would she be more excited about having three cousins than about being rich?"

"Well, let me ask you." I responded,
  "What would you feel like if you didn't have any relatives at all:

no parents,

no grandparents,

no sisters or brothers,

no aunts or uncles

(besides the really mean ones like she had lived with as a child),

no cousins,
not even any close friends,
nobody.

You were completely alone in this life.

What good would money be to you if you had nothing much to do with it,

nobody to do anything with or use it for,
except maybe to strangers who might need it more than you?

It would just be paper that could buy you stuff.

What if you found out suddenly that you had family,

that the people you were living with and had grown to love were actually cousins.

You would go from having absolutely nobody,

 to having family.

That is something that money cannot buy or fill.

Money may seem like everything to people,

but when you really sit down and think about it,

it is just paper,

just something to get you things,

but it can't buy you love, friends, or family.

Honestly, it cannot buy happiness;

it cannot buy peace with God."


Later after she'd gone to bed, I thought of these and other conversations this story had brought up:
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a movie...from a classic.

Jane Eyre was a book I had to read in one of the teen years of my schooling.

I remember it very well because it stirred up in me many of these same questions,

issues that challenged so many different elements in life.

I thought of all the different things we had covered in just a few hours of a movie based on a classic

and I thought about our current educational dilemma.

So many of the classics are being pushed out,

seen as being 'out of touch' with the current generation

and it made me wonder:

can we ever really be out of touch with these things

or will we cause our future generations to fall below the richness of finding the simple truths to true happiness?

Are we fooling ourselves into accepting a faulty counterfeit to happiness.


"My son, forget not my law; but let thine heart keep my commandments:

² For length of days, and long life, and peace, shall they add to thee.

³ Let not mercy and truth forsake thee: bind them about thy neck; write them upon the table of thine heart:

⁴ So shalt thou find favour and good understanding in the sight of God and man.

⁵ Trust in the LORD with all thine heart; and lean not unto thine own understanding.

⁶ In all thy ways acknowledge him, and he shall direct thy paths.

⁷ Be not wise in thine own eyes: fear the LORD, and depart from evil.

⁸ It shall be health to thy navel, and marrow to thy bones.

Proverbs 3:1-8

Green Clay

He seems to think I know everything.  He asks me about the dinosaurs as if he thinks I lived when they did.  
  "Could there be any still around, maybe deep, deep in a sea somewhere?" he asks hopefully.

He says he wants to go find one someday.  He will find the last dinosaurs because
"they really could still be alive somewhere, right, Mom?"

He wants me to help him with his dinosaur, but not too much.  He wants to do it mostly himself.

It is the fine line of wanting to help and wanting to let him learn.

 I show him how to stretch the clay and blend it in together with the fingertips,
"Ooooh," he nods and tries for himself.

He tells me about them, their names and which are his favorites,

like I would explain my favorite icecream to somebody who has never had any before,
too good for words.

I can almost see his brain thinking through his eyes.

He loves this part of life.

I try to grab that love and feed the fire of his imagination and search for information to satisfy his yearning.

I pull out my Bible and show him the verses God had just shown me a few days ago as I read my Bible.

"Listen, Levi, and God will tell you about the dinosaurs that He made."

I read to him from Job 40 and 41, about the Behemoth and,
Leviathan,
 his favorite nickname,

the dragon of the sea.

"Why did God take them away?"

He asks me, sadness in his voice.

"Well, I don't know.  They sound like they were pretty big and scary.  Maybe he felt like it was time to let man live without such dangerous animals."  I hoped my answer would ease him.

"Well, I wouldn't be scared," he boasted.

"I wish they were still around."

I had to admit that this was one instance where I disagreed with him,

but understood his pain at the small resource of knowledge he had for the thing he loved most.

One thing I knew, I admired his love for life and fire to know.
"Someday, Levi, maybe you can go out and find out more about dinosaurs,"
I reassured him, as I saw the twinkle in his eyes.

"And you can come home and teach me."

The Faithful Job of the Soldier.

  By faith they opened their eyes to the world around them and chose the hard road of change.

  By faith they pulled their feet out from under the bedcovers, laced up their boots, walked out through the familiar door of their homes and security, and bade farewell to the only family and friends they had ever known.

  By faith they put all that they owned into sacks of homespun, swung them over their shoulders and boarded unknown vessels for an unknown land.

  By faith they fell to their knees on the cold, wet sand and praised God who had carried them safely to a dangerous new land and asked for His help for whatever the future might hold.

 

  By faith they lived, grew crops, starved, fell ill, built, rebuilt, fought, survived, prayed, sang, cried, laughed, and died...

for freedom.

  By faith they created a government based on wisdom, Biblical guidance, the three offices from Isaiah 33:22, "For the Lord is our judge, the Lord is our lawgiver, the Lord is our king; he will save us," to balance and work together, unlike any other government that had ever existed. They elected strong, proven leaders with the stains of hard work on their hands, the strength of hope in their minds, the love of freedom in their very being, the sacrificial spirit of service for their fellow men, the ready use of knees for prayer, the fear of God in their hearts.

  By faith they took up their guns when that freedom demanded blood and honor to seal it's promise of a future.  They looked beyond themselves to their sons, grandsons, great grandsons, and they took their prosperity to heart making the greatest sacrifices of life, limb, and fortunes.

 

  By faith they penned documents to restrain the evil of the past, carefully chosing words to protect the hope of the future, commanding their unknown posterity to always treasure and defend the freedoms that they had so arduously won.

  By faith they protected the rights they held most dear: religion, to have and hold and speak freely of wherever the sole of their feet touched on the good ground of a free land, knowing full well that God wants to direct the lives of man everyday, not just on Sundays in the tall spired churches of the quickly increasing towns and cities; free speech; freedom to share the truth through penned words;  freedom to bare the arms needed to always keep freedom secure, tolerance only for protecting right; force for restraining evil.

  By faith they stood by a government of the people, by the people, for the people while "appealing to the Supreme Judge of the world for the rectitude of our intentions."

(taken from the Declaration of Independence.)

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  By faith every day they pull on their combat boots and stand up in the shadow of those who stood before.

  By faith they take up their guns and board unknown vessels for unknown places because they have seen the face of the past with the evils of tyranny.  They willingly pick up their guns and offer their life blood for the safety of a free today and the faith of a free tomorrow.

  By faith, they carry on with the brave steps of those who came before because the value of freedom burns in their hearts.

And on Memorial Day we remember all those who gave their lives for the faith they had for the worth of freedom.

 Thank you, to all who gave and to all who continue to serve.

"Now faith is the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen."

Hebrews 11:1

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When Freedom Waves...

As I stood looking out the window in the darkness etched with the breaking of day, the tears streamed down my face.  The knot in my stomach seemed to travel up and connect to the strings of my heart.  I had finally found him after years of waiting and praying, and now I had kissed him "Goodbye;" I realized it could have been my last kiss from his lips, that last embrace still seemed tangible to me. With everything in me, I hadn't wanted to let go, but I had to.  I did it as he did..for my country, for the love of liberty.

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Not long ago a friend posted on facebook that she did not feel comfortable saying the pledge of allegiance to our flag.  She felt, I suppose from other things she has said, that a pledge is a serious thing to promise to a country that, in many ways, has stepped away from its state of origin.  I didn't respond to her post, understanding her frustrations, but also because I was too angry and irritated, I knew I might say too much and needed to think and pray about what to say.  I checked on the post a quarter of an hour later and saw that she had several kindly vehement responses from people, mostly who had served in the military.  I felt their responses were so much better than anything I could say, so I went to bed.  It still troubled me when I awoke the next morning, but when I checked, she had deleted her comment.  Perhaps it had troubled her in the night as well.

Still, I couldn't help but wonder if she would feel the same if she had stood by the window as I had several years ago as my husband headed off to the war in Iraq, my then almost two year old little girl sleeping soundly in her bed.  I had spent those moments wondering what life would be like for the next 9 months, not knowing what my husband was facing, wondering if he would be the same person when he came home... if he came home...always, countless times a day, pushing THAT thought out of my head.  He must come home; I needed him.  I couldn't think about what could happen.  I had to concentrate on keeping up with our lives at home.

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Sitting in church was hard.  Having a full time job in the day and then working our farm in his off hours, my husband doesn't get much time to relax.  Church is a time to just sit next to each other, feel each other's presence.  I treasure my time at church with him.  I wondered if she had ever sat alone in church and felt the emptiness of the seat beside her, and wondered if that seat would ever feel his presence again...pushing that thought aside to try to concentrate on the sermon at hand.

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Weekends were difficult. Suppertime was hard.   Holidays were an effort of being jovial while missing him.  His phone calls helped, except for the tedium of the time change, the waiting for the transmission time to fill in the gaps of silence and learning how to not interupt each other because of it.

I wondered if she would feel the same way if she'd gone to bed alone, night after night, felt the loneliness and sadness, wishing he was there, wishing life was normal again, trying not to think that that spot next to her on the bed might not hold his presence again...and pushing that thought aside so as to force the sleep to come that was needed to hold up the home-front.  Courage constantly battered by fear.


And yet, invariably, as I lay there looking out at the stars, I thought of other women...women who held down their homes during wars where there was no reliable means of correspondence, going weeks or months without knowing where their husbands were or if they were ever coming back.

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 I felt a sense of comfort knowing that their hearts had traced the outline of their losses on their beds as well, tears falling in the darkness, extra prayers passing their lips.  We had a bond, these women I had never met, a bond of knowing the price of freedom...sometimes our own, but always for posterity's sake.  Tucked beneath the worry, there was the underlying sense that the value of freedom is worth fighting against the terror of not having it .

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We brought little flags to the airport the day he came home.  Our daughter thought it was fun to wave hers around saying, "My daddy is coming home today."  I touched the stripes of my flag as we drove up to the airport, realizing that sometimes we have to see things in light of the bigger picture. This flag stands for much more than the cloth it is sewn from...it symbolizes the weight of what our country was founded on. As long as it stands for the freedom that it symbolizes, as long as men and women like our husbands and wives, sons and daughters, fathers and mothers, give of themselves to defend that freedom and keep it that way, I will stand and honor that symbol.  I will be grateful to those who sacrifice for her freedom today and in the future.  Perhaps someday, if her son grows up and heads off to serve in the military, the weight and pride of freedom from this vantage point will give her a new perspective of our flag.

  Some may feel the need to express their freedom by burning Old Glory, some by not pledging because they are dissatisfied with the current problems affecting our country, and that is because they are free to do so.
  For me, I will stand beside my husband and love the freedom our flag symbolizes: a freedom that is a merciful gift from God.

I pledge allegiance to the flag of the United States of America and to the republic for which it stands, one nation under God indivisible, with liberty and justice for all.

For my American readers, please show your love of freedom and vote for it today.

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The Day I Met the Woman from the Past

You never really know a man until you understand things from his point of view,
 until you climb into his skin and walk around in it.”
 
Lee, Harper. To Kill a Mockingbird. J.B. Lippincott & Co., 1960

I was out driving by myself to go pick up some old bread for the pigs.
It's a rare occasion,
to be out by myself.

I had the radio on and heard this statement:

"Susanna Wesley borne nineteen children, including John and Charles Wesley. One day John asked her to define sin. The following is her definition of sin:

'Son,

whatever weakens your reasoning,

impairs the tenderness of your conscience, 

obscures your sense of God, 

or takes away your relish for spiritual things;

in short, if anything increases the authority and power of the flesh over the Spirit,

then that to you becomes sin,

however good it is in itself.'

Source: Baptistboard.com

This really hit my heart.

I tend to box sin up and put labels on it.
I can vilify it that way.

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It's easier for me to deal with my attitudes and own sense of
personal goodness
when I chalk it up next to my bad.

But this definition,
it knocked all my boxes off the shelf.


When I got home,
I googled this woman,
Susannah Wesley.

I wanted to know who she was.

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She was just a mother,
the wife of a preacher,
a man who was dissatisfied with the church of England.
She had been born to a man who was much the same.
Opposition and seeing things for what they were,
accepting the trouble that might come from a different viewpoint
was what she was used to.

And she suffered for it.

Because of the choices her husband made in his preaching,
they suffered the burning of their house and the loss of most of what they owned.
This was partly responsible for putting them into debt
which caused her husband to have to leave for extended times
to find work to help pay off those debts,
and even forcing him to spend some time in prison for them.

Her milk cow's utter was sliced by someone who hated them,
causing them to have no milk,
and she had a lot of mouths to feed.


She had 19 children,

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only 10 of whom survived until adulthood.

The rest died under the age of two.

My daughter is two,
so the impact of that I could feel keenly.

I can't imagine losing nine children in infancy,
2 sets of twins in the mix.


She was poor, faced opposition, had a busy schedule,
but the education of her children was important to her.

She educated all of her children intensely,
six hours a day,...

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only starting when they turned five
because she felt that they needed to be children before that time.

Susannah made it a point to spend an hour each week
alone with each child,
for the point of getting to know them
and meet their individual needs.

She cared about their souls.

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When her husband was away dealing with the debts,
a temporary preacher filled the pulpit,
spending the preaching time
week after week
preaching on the ills of debt.

How it must have burned her heart to hear his words,
her husband bound by debt,
some of it being his own doing
but also because of the persecution he had faced for speaking out
for right.

After a few weeks,
she could tolerate no more.
After the morning service, she gathered the children at home,
reading to them from the sermons her father had written
or her own husband had in his files.
She wanted their instruction from God to be full,
and took the time to fill in where she saw there was void.
Neighbors and friends asked if they could join in on the readings.

Was she perfect about everything?
Certainly not.
Nobody can be that.

But she was...

A woman of faith.
A woman of unmovable determination
to do right for her children.

A woman who was loyal to her husband
and his character
even when he could be somewhat stubborn at times
and his choices in life brought her difficulties.



The following situation
is an example of  her careful evaluation
and her desire to get her children to understand
a sensitivity to the heart of God.


"Susannah Wesley was one of the the great mothers of history. One day one of her daughters wished to do something which was not altogether bad, but which was not right. When she was told not to do it, she was not convinced.

It was late and she and her mother were sitting beside a dead fire. Her mother said to her:
'Pick up that bit of coal.'

'I don't want to,' said the girl.

 'Go on,' said her mother. 'The fire is out, it won't burn you.'

 'I know that,' said the girl. 'I know it won't burn me but it will blacken my hands.'

 'Exactly,' said Susannah Wesley.
'That thing which you wish to do won't burn, but it will blacken. Leave it alone.'

Source: Family of Destiny.com

It inspires me to hear of women like Susannah.

A woman, with a mother's heart and protective ways,
who can pray for wisdom and refine it into steadfast courage
for the benefit of her children
is admirable.

I find myself in this time of life yearning,
asking God daily,
 for that same wisdom and courage to do right for my children.
Reading about women who did so in years past
is such an encouragement.


Susannah's sons went on to be preachers,
and one of them, Charles, wrote over two thousand hymns.

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Here are the words to one of my favorites that he wrote:

O For A Thousand Tongues to Sing

by Charles Wesley,


"O for a thousand tongues to sing
My great Redeemer’s praise,
The glories of my God and King,
The triumphs of his grace!
My gracious Master and my God,
Assist me to proclaim,
To spread through all the earth abroad
The honors of Thy name.
Jesus! The name that charms our fears,
That bids our sorrows cease;
‘Tis music in the sinner’s ears,
‘Tis life, and health, and peace.
He breaks the power of canceled sin,
He sets the prisoner free;
His blood can make the foulest clean,
His blood availed for me.
He speaks, and, listening to his voice,
New life the dead receive,
The mournful, broken hearts rejoice,
The humble poor believe.
Hear Him, ye deaf, His praise, ye dumb,
Your loosened tongues employ;
Ye blind, behold your Savior come,
And leap, ye lame, for joy.
Look unto Him, ye nations, own
Your God, ye fallen race;
Look, and be saved through faith alone,
Be justified by grace.
See all your sins on Jesus laid:
The Lamb of God was slain,
His soul was once an offering made
For every soul of man." 

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Though she has passed on,
Susannah Wesley's character and influence has not.

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Susannah Wesley
(January, 1669 – July, 1742)


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Who Said It?

 I needed to stop and motivate myself

to finish the projects I am buried under.

Who said,

"By perseverance,

the snail reached the ark."

That was Charles Haddon Spurgeon.

 
Who said,

"When we do the best that we can,

we never know what miracle is wrought in our life,

or in the life of another."

Helen Keller said that.

Who said,

"If the power to do hard work is not a skill,

it's the best possible substitute for it."

 President

James A. Garfield.

Who said,

" Genius is one percent inspiration,

ninety-nine percent perspiration."

 

Yes, that's Thomas Edison.

Here is another.

Who said it:

"It had long since come to my attention that people of accomplishment rarely sat back

and let things happen to them.

They went out and happened to things."

 Leonardo da Vinci

 

Who said,

"Don't judge each day by the harvest you reap,

but by the seeds you plant."

That was

Robert Louis Stevenson.

Who said,

"The difference between perseverance and obstinacy

is that one comes from a strong will,

and the other from a strong won't."

The Abolitionist and preacher Henry Ward Beecher said that.

 Who said,

"What a blessed relief it will be when that kid goes to bed!"

 That would be a very weary Farmer

who has had a lot of extra babysitting to do lately

while the wife of the child

wields a rapidly tiring paintbrush.

I admit: I am extremely grateful for his help!

(And it seems obvious to me that this child must have fallen down

in the near past.)

I hope you are having a super weekend!!!

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A Praying Mother and a Paint Brush

"A rough sailor once stood alone before Munkacszy's great picture of

'Christ before Pilate.'

As he looked,

he could not turn away,

but stood there with his eyes fixed on that central figure

of majesty and love.

(painting source: Wikipedia)

In a few moments he took off his hat

and let it fall to the floor.

Then a little later

he sat down and picked up a book that described the picture,

and began to read; 

every few seconds his eyes would turn toward the canvas

and toward the figure of Christ.

The doorkeeper saw him lift up his hand and wipe away some tears.

Still he sat there

-five, ten, fifteen, sixty minutes-

as though he could not stir.

At last he arose, and, coming softly and reverently toward the door,

he hesitated, 

to take one last look,

and said to the woman who sat there,

"Madam, I am a rough, wicked sailor.

I have never believed in Christ;

I have never used His name,

except in an oath.

But I have a Christian mother,

who begged me to-day, before I went to sea,

to come and look at this picture of the Christ.

To oblige her I have come.

I did not think that anybody believed in Christ

but as I have looked at that form and that face

I have thought that some man must have believed in Him,

and it has touched me,

and I have come to believe in Him too."

O, beloved,

if a poor, weak man, living in a godless land,

could take his brush and preach on canvas,

and cause our Christ to glow upon it,

until a rude, licentious man was wont to believe in him,

what might not our God do if he might paint Christ in us

-nay, if he might reproduce Christ in a human life,

that the life might be Christ's, 

and that men might come to believe on him!"

-B. Fay Mills

From a devotional book that I enjoy called

FOR EACH NEW DAY

by Delavan L. Pierson  
(July 13, page 205)

There is always hope for the child

who has a praying mother.

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