The Lusk Herald

Resisting God's Will.

A city missionary writes: "Having returned from a visit to a poor widow in troubled circumstances, I felt that I had utterly failed in my attempt to comfort or uplift her heart, and sat down dispirited, to think how I could best reach her case. A robin just then happened to fly into the room, and in its efforts to escape again, dashed itself madly against the walls and ceiling, until its poor little head and wings were sore and bleeding. On my attempt to catch it and set it free, it only redoubled its frantic efforts, and in my hand struggled so violently as to only hurt its bruised sides more. Ah, I thought, thus it is with the poor widow--with us all, when the Lord straitens us with trouble. We dash and wound our poor hearts against the firm wall of His will, we think of nothing but escape, and struggle madly against the kind and most gentle Hand that only holds us with its 'wholesome strength,' whose 'end' and aim are but to restore us to the bright open air of His mercies that we may sun our hearts with His presence, and wing our way more freely toward Himself. I returned, read the text again, and applied my illustration as simply as possible to the poor woman. Presently the dull eye began to brighten, the hard countenance to grow tender, and tears dropped on the poor worn cheek as she murmured a promise that she would hope for the future, and try to trust the wise Hand which held her."