" "He dealt his bread to the hungry. He was feet to the lame
and eyes to the blind." Such rich men as Job are blessings, but those
men who boast of their hoarded treasures, spend their money in the
gratification of their lusts, to them God says: "Woe or curses unto you
rich men! Weep and howl for your miseries that shall come upon you!
Your garments are motheaten, your gold is cankered and the rust shall
eat your flesh as if it were fire." Yes, there is a class of rich men that
would now HOWL, and weep with all their money, if they knew their fate.
I have never had so light a heart or felt so well satisfied as since I
smashed those murder mills. For years I had an aching, weeping heart.
I would often put ashes on my head. I felt like wearing sackcloth. I can
see the hand of God in my life. From a small child I loved the world,
used to be fond of pets. It seemed that my pets always came to grief.
Then I was very anxious to be thought smart. Would try to write and
wanted a thorough education. I became almost an invalid. Could not
attend school. Was hindered on account of the circumstances brought
about by the Civil war. The man I loved and married brought to me
bitter grief. The child I loved so well became afflicted and never seemed
to want my love. The man I married, hoping to serve God, I found to
be opposed to all I did, as a Christian. I used to wonder why this was.
I saw others with their loving children and husbands and I would wish
their condition was mine.
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