Fletcher of Madeley by Brigadier Margaret Allen
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believe!"
Two lines of an old hymn drifted instantly through her mind-- Who on Jesus relies, without money or price, The pearl of forgiveness and holiness buys. It was the light she needed. The Spirit of Love had taken pity upon the little girl. From that moment the plan of salvation was clear to her, and she cried out-- "I do, I do rely on Jesus; yes, I _do_ rely on Jesus; and God counts me righteous for all He has done and suffered, and hath forgiven all my sins!" She felt that a great weight had been lifted from her heart. Before this it seemed that everything in the world was easier than to believe, now it appeared the simplest plan God could have devised. Had there been but a kindly and understanding person near to whom Mary could talk freely, she might have been a happy, trusting little Soldier of Jesus from that hour, but there was no one to help her into the sunshine of a child's daily faith and love and service, and religion became to her rather a subject for morbid thought. Terribly afraid of sin, not understanding temptation, wholly uninstructed how to get victory over her temper and other failings, she grew discouraged, and feared she had sadly grieved God. With all this shut up in her soul, perhaps it was no wonder that her mother should sometimes exclaim: "That girl is the most perverse creature that ever lived; I cannot think what has come to her." |
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