A long
process--something that should unfold gradually, with many discouraging
drawbacks, and some days that would look like utter failures. She had
schooled herself to be prepared for this, but she had not looked for Him
to exert His mighty power to save in a moment. How it had touched her to
find a soul, hungry, not for itself, but for a brother, I shall not
attempt to tell. The first words she said, after she went back to her
waiting husband, a little after midnight, were these:--
"He could not do many mighty works there because of their unbelief. I
think that is what is the matter with the world to-day. I wonder if He
would not be pleased with one who could throw herself at His feet with a
childlike abandon of faith, and expect wonders, yes, and
impossibilities, just as a child feels that _anything_ can be done
by father? God has shamed my faith to-night. It is as though I had asked
for a crumb of bread, and he gave me the entire loaf. That girl
up-stairs has not heard of Him before as a Saviour for _her_; has
never thought of such a thing, or, at least, dreamed of its possibility,
and yet she has given herself to Him. And Evan, what do you think were
the first words she said? 'O Lord, take Dirk, too!' She is on her knees
at this moment praying for him.
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