Article September 30, 1916 ISSUE

The "still small voice"

JENNIE WILSON EGAN

DURING the month of March, 1913, while living in a small town in Colorado, we had occasion to visit our ranch, which was located twenty-five miles from where we were living. We drove to it one day and returned the next; but soon after starting on our homeward trip we encountered a severe storm, what would be called a western blizzard, and it continued to rage throughout the journey, while the cold was intense.

Soon after arriving at our journey's end, however, a call came for me to visit a child who was said to have been very sick for two days and had scarcely slept at all during that time. Self-pity now asserted itself, and I said to myself that because of such a long, cold ride and being so tired and stupid I simply could not go out again, and could not do any good if I were to go. Following close upon this thought came these words, as if spoken by a voice: "You do not do the healing; God does the healing, and He is never cold, tired, or stupid, but is always ready to hear the cry of the needy." Instantly the mortal thought was destroyed and I went on my mission of love, rejoicing that I was counted worthy to work in God's vineyard.

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