A lady recently related in one of the journals how she went
through a veritable blizzard to view a flower-show. With one
step she passed out of the wild night, the deep snow, the bitter
wind, into a brilliant hall filled with hyacinths, tulips,
jonquils, cyclamens, azaleas, roses and orchids.
It is the privilege of godly men, at any time, to pass at a step from
the savage conflicts of life right into the sweet fellowship of God,
finding grace to help in the time of need.--W. L. WATKINSON,
“The Transfigured Sackcloth.”
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