The Wide, Wide World by Elizabeth Wetherell
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"Oh yes, Sir; but it won't be this great, great, long while; it seems to me as if it was for ever." "Ellen, do you know who it is that sends sickness and trouble upon us?" "Yes, Sir, I know; but I don't feel that that makes it any easier." "Do you know _why_ he sends it? He is the God of love he does not trouble us willingly he has said so; why does he ever make us suffer? do you know?" "No, Sir." "Sometimes he sees that if he lets them alone, his children will love some dear thing on the earth better than himself, and he knows they will not be happy if they do so; and then, because he loves them, he takes it away perhaps it is a dear mother, or a dear daughter or else he hinders their enjoyment of it, that they may remember him, and give their whole hearts to him. He wants their whole hearts, that he may bless them. Are you one of his children, Ellen?" "No, Sir," said Ellen, with swimming eyes, but cast down to the ground. "How do you know that you are not?" |
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