Article October 23, 1943 Issue

"Mommy, carry my hand!"

ALICE TROXELL MC COUN

Mother and son found the plowed ground rough for walking. Sturdy as the little fellow was, he began to think that home was a long, long way off and that he was tired. At last he looked up at his parent and said, "Mommy, carry my hand!" With instant understanding the mother reached for his outstretched hand and enfolded it in her own warm, firm clasp.

"Shall we rest a while?" she asked. "There is a large tree just ahead and its shade will make a lovely place where we can sit down and do our remembering. I think, my son, we must have forgotten to remember as we came along or there could not be any weariness for us, could there?" Seated in the shade they began what they called their remembering game.

"I remember," said the mother softly: "'They that wait upon the Lord shall renew their strength.'"

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