Part 11 (2/2)
We had already begun to get ready to go to our future home. We had a catalog, from which we ordered as G.o.d gave us the means, and seldom my husband knew anything about it, for he would not have wanted us to have the money had he known it. He seldom noticed how much sewing was going on.
The Lord in many ways encouraged our hearts, for there were fiery trials awaiting us. A neighbor had moved away and hired my husband to dig his potatoes and sweet potatoes. The enemy had such control of my husband that he could not be honest. My daughter helped to dig them, and he told her not to take any pains to get them all, but she did her best.
He brought nearly half a bushel of sweet potatoes home and told me to cook them. I prayed to know what to do and received these words, ”He that sweareth to his own hurt and changeth not.” I told my husband that it was not right to keep the potatoes and that I could not cook them.
He flew into a rage and threatened to kill me, and would not allow me to come into the room where the rest were until the light was out and they had gone to bed. It seemed the enemy and all his hosts wanted to take my life. I cried earnestly unto the Lord to give me something to comfort my soul, and he brought to my mind the three Hebrew children.
A week pa.s.sed and the man returned for some of his belongings. It was dark when he pa.s.sed, and he was drunk. My husband went out and talked, and no doubt smoothed it over about the sweet potatoes. When he came back, he said to me, ”I told you it was all right about those potatoes.”
I did not say anything, but did not feel right about it. The next morning before daylight, he wanted me to cook those potatoes. I refused and told him I could not cook them. Then the battle was on worse than ever. He struck me and wanted me to leave the house, and followed me with a club until I was outside the yard, and then told me to move on. I went out into the timber and remained there, and the children brought me some wraps and something to eat. Then he ordered the sister who was with us to leave, and she packed a few clothes in a suit-case and came down the timber to see me. We parted in good courage. This sister had, before this happened, received many calls to go elsewhere. One call was from her brother, who offered her a good home and support during the rest of her life.
She went to a neighbor who had given her an invitation and stayed two days, and from there to another place, where she stayed a few days and worked for her board. While she was on the way, the Lord gave her this a.s.surance: ”Trust in the Lord, and thou shalt be fed.” While she was there, not knowing what to do next, and being taunted by the enemy because she had not accepted her brother's offer, the Lord seemed sweetly to whisper to her, these words: ”This is the way; walk ye in it.”
She heard of a place where they might need some one. It was very muddy and there was a drizzling rain, but she went. When she arrived at that place, she found they did not need her, but the telephone rang, and a lady who had been one of our opposers asked that she come and stay with her for a while. The scripture had come to her, ”Inasmuch as ye have done it unto one of the least of these my brethren, ye have done it unto me.” The woman turned friend, opened the way for her to communicate with us and to get mail from the people of G.o.d. She remained there about a week, when an old lady desired some one to stay with her and gave her a home until the Lord was through with her in Arkansas.
But returning to my experience in the timber, I did not know whether I should be allowed to return home or not; but trusting G.o.d, I returned in the afternoon and was not molested, excepting a tongue-las.h.i.+ng. Not long after this our two grown sons came home on a visit, and my husband told them awful things about me, which they believed, and turned against me and doubled the persecution. They searched the house for books, Bibles, and papers, and burned them before us, also pictures of our friends.
Then they tortured the little girls, trying to make them promise that they would not be Christians like their mother. Those dear boys who had stood by me in the past! How I thanked G.o.d for grace sufficient in time of trial and for the privilege of loving and praying for them.
In July of our last summer there, my eldest daughter said, ”I just feel like packing my trunk to go to ----.” It was the town G.o.d had shown us should be our home. The next time she went for the mail, there was a letter from a sister in the town, saying that G.o.d had taken sleep from two sisters and told them to send for her, and enclosed a check for her fare. She soon afterward went to that town.
Sometime after this, while the second daughter was driving for her father while husking corn, she ran into a stump and broke the wagon-tongue. Such an occurrence endangered their lives, but two men coming along just at that time spared her somewhat, and her father sent her to the house. I prayed until my faith rested on the promise for protection. That night after I had gone to bed, G.o.d inspired me with beautiful thoughts of heaven, and I got up so softly and took a pencil and paper and wrote this poem in the dark. I can not refrain from saying here, Praise the Lord for these precious things in time of trial!
MY BEAUTIFUL HOME
Though poets may sing of the streets of pure gold And talk of its mansions so fair, After all it is naught; the half is not told Of my beautiful home over there.
Man's eye has ne'er seen nor his ear ever heard, Nor can he e'er picture the scene; The music's so rare no one can record The strains of the faithful, I ween.
Though art has portrayed fair angels of light In tints that enrapture the mind; 'Tis grander by far in my home ever bright, Where the glory of G.o.d is enshrined.
No; ear hath not heard, and eye hath not seen, Any thing that will ever compare With the grandeur and beauty of that heavenly scene, Of my beautiful home over there.
'Tis only by faith that gleams from the land, Where they need not the light of the sun, Can brighten the life or lighten the pain Of those who will hear the ”Well done.”
Some day when my toiling and trials are o'er, I shall see the fair angels of light; On their wings they will bear me across to that sh.o.r.e Where my faith will be lost in the sight.
On the night of November 22 the children and I were alone, and I was wonderfully impressed with the scripture in Isa. 45:2, 3. It came to me three times during the day. The next morning, being Sunday, we were still alone. The children were singing ”What a Mighty G.o.d We Serve,”
when I heard a crackling noise and, looking up, saw the house was on fire. I looked to the Lord for presence of mind, and we went to work getting things out. One of the children said, ”This is what your scripture was for. Perhaps this is for our deliverance.” I realized the presence of the Lord in the whole affair, and he wonderfully helped us to save all the things of importance, and just as the fire was getting so hot that it seemed we could do no more, a man came along and helped us. There was an empty house nearby, into which we moved.
The people decided to help my husband build another house, and they began work. Thus, it appeared that we should have to remain there always; but the children and I took no notice of it. I told the Lord he knew there was more clothing we needed yet, and asked him, to give me, when it was time, the money to get the goods. In a short time I received it, and we were busy sewing until late at night, and the Lord gave me such a glorious a.s.surance of deliverance.
I had two trunks packed full, mostly with clothing. Husband said one day, ”I believe I will trade the place.” I did not know what to say, as I knew G.o.d was doing the managing. In a few days he traded it and decided to go about twenty miles north and rent some land. This was about the first of February, and he wanted to start in March. The man who owned the house where we were living, came and wanted it, and so we put up a small tent to live in the rest of the time. It began raining and rained hard the most of the time for two or three weeks. Everything was so damp, but G.o.d's hallowed presence made all things bearable.
My husband planned to take two teams and have me drive one. I knew almost nothing about driving, and the roads were as bad as they could be, up and down mountains, over rocks, and through mud, and I could scarcely make a move of any kind to please my husband. He also decided to take twenty-nine goats, which he intended having the children drive.
The morning we started I had been sick all night, and it began raining and the wagon sheet began to leak; but I kept trusting, and it stopped raining. Our first interesting experience was the horses balking in the river. It took about an hour before we got out. No damage was done, however, except that Husband found a roll of papers which I had intended for distribution, and threw them into the river.
We camped near a house that night. The next morning Husband said, ”Unpack that box and leave the dishes here, for we are too heavily loaded.” The box had been packed with care and contained some of my best things, and about two sets of dishes which had scarcely been used. He left them with some other things. One of the girls who had walked the day before became ill. We started on our way up a mountain slope, which was a distance of three miles. After we had gone a short distance, my husband said, ”I am going back and unload some of these things.” He proceeded to throw out the bedding and other things on the wet ground and, leaving us, went back and left the trunks with the dishes. Both trunks were unlocked and there were so many people who could not be trusted. I had taken the address of the people with whom I left the dishes. We had no clothing left except what we had on our persons, and a few things I had felt impressed to keep out before we left home. The trunks contained all the clothing for our future home, so I believed that G.o.d would take care of them.
The roads could not have been worse nor more dangerous. Some places were so steep and one-sided that it seemed the wagon might fall over, and the mud-holes were terrible. The team which I was driving gave much trouble, as one mule pulled ahead and the other was slow. Husband expected me to keep them even and drive with one hand, and he quite often gave me a lick with the same club with which he whipped the mules. Two of the children were sick, and the jolts of the wagon were very hard on them.
While pa.s.sing through some of these experiences, the words of Paul came to me, ”In perils often; a night and a day have I been in the deep,” and the song, ”Anywhere with Jesus I Can Safely Go.” I must say, Praise the Lord, for he helped my faith to rise above the situation and healed the children and protected our lives.
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