can this mean? Must I go through another test with one of my children?
If so, help me to say amen to thy will!"

Everything possible was done for the comfort of the little sufferer. The
little life was swiftly nearing its close. Even when the doctors
injected medicine into her arm to relieve her pain, she did not murmur.
Forgetful for a moment of her suffering, she looked into her mother's
eyes and said, "Mama, I love you"; then turning to her father, "Papa, I
love you"; and then to the doctors and friends, "I like all these
folks."

What a beautiful testimony? She had only kindly feelings in her heart
for all, even for the doctors, who seemed to be her enemies. Her words
were as a message sent from God as they fell into that mother's heart.
They seemed as sweet incense and a soothing balm to her troubled spirit.
Gazing into the child's face, the mother read of the tender,
compassionate love of God for suffering humanity; she read of the depth
of Christ's love for the innocent and pure; and, by the heavenly smile
that lighted the little face as her darling sank into unconsciousness,
she saw that the child realized her Savior's presence.

Slowly the tide is going out; the soul of the child is passing from the
mother's presence into life immortal. "O my darling, speak to me once
more!" The large blue eyes slowly unclose; a look of disappointment
comes into them as she says, "Where has Jesus gone?" The dear eyes
softly close; she sinks again into unconsciousness; the beautiful
expression of happiness returns; the mother knows that her darling is in
the arms of Jesus and is content.

Mrs. Worthington did not sorrow as those who have no hope; for she knew