"God is my Life, Health, and Strength"

Though from childhood my health had been extremely delicate, it was not until the summer of 1894 that I became an invalid. During that fall and winter I fought disease, aided by untiring physicians and nurses, but becoming more and more helpless.

In the late winter I was carried to Chicago (my home was then in Burlington, Iowa), where for five months I had the best of surgical care, undergoing a severe operation. It was during this experience that I first consciously realized the ever-presence of divine help. Isaiah, 41:10, has ever since been to me an illumined text. In June I returned to my home, seemingly much better, but it was only a few weeks before the same old struggle began afresh.

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