Better that the light cloud should fade away into heaven with the morning breath, than travail through the weary day to gather in darkness, and in storm.
—Bulwer.
Ye have lost a child—nay, she is not lost to you, who is found to Christ; she is not sent away, but only sent before; like unto a star, which going out of our sight, doth not die and vanish, but shineth in another hemisphere.
The glorified spirit of the infant is as a star to guide the mother to its own blissful clime.
Dearest wife, let us go on and faint not; something of ours is in heaven besides the flesh of our exalted Saviour, and we go on after our own.
CHOICE.
You must make your choice whether to hold on to some thing which cannot save you, or let go, and fall into the hands of the Lord.
But for us there are moments, O, how solemn, when destiny trembles in the balance, and the preponderance of either scale is by our own choice.
Choose you this day whom ye shall serve.
—Bible.
