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Home! What visions arise before the thought at the precious name! No word is of more universal appeal. The tenderest ties, the most poignant memories, the dearest satisfactions, all blend in the precious thought of home. Yet in its material manifestation home may be lost, possessions swept away, and heartache and grief seem to stain that sacred name. Is it, then, only a deceptive word, an illusive mirage of safety and peace and joy? Are all the precious experiences and ties insubstantial and fleeting?

To one whose home was her little world, a joyous, precious, lovely place, came the sweeping tides of loss and change. Dear possessions were scattered; separation from loved ones followed; happy, active service in a branch church was a thing of the past. New business activities meant departure to distant cities, with no permanent location and only strangers everywhere. A tiny rented apartment must suffice in place of the lovely home. Gone were the gayety, the laughter, the accustomed music so loved, the duties and hospitalities of a happy home! All that had been gained from years of honest endeavor seemed to have vanished, and yet the striving had apparently always been toward the highest and noblest perceived.

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The Unfailing Way
June 11, 1932
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