ping still just where I stood by the
dining-table, I lifted my heart to the Lord. "O Lord, you know how much
I need a rest; you know how much I long to see the children; pity me,
and lead me to the key."

Then, without wasting a step, I walked through the dining-room, hall,
and women's guest room into Mr. Goforth's study, to the book-case (which
covers one side of the room), opened the door, slipped two books aside,
and there was the key. So near did the Lord seem at that moment that I
could almost feel his bodily presence. It was not that I remembered
putting the key there, but he led me there.

Yes, I _know_ God answers prayer.

IX

TO HIS PRAISE!

"They shall abundantly utter the memory of thy
great goodness."

THIS chapter is written more than seven years later than the foregoing,
in further testimony and praise.

Returning to Canada at the time of the Great War, we came face to face
with a serious financial crisis. Only two ways seemed open to us. One
was to lay our affairs frankly before the Board, showing that our salary
was quite insufficient, with war conditions and prices, to meet our
requirements. The other course was to just go forward, get a suitable
home and whatever we required, and trust our Father to supply what was
needed above our income. We decided on the latter course.

A dear daughter felt indignant that we should have a salary insufficient
for our needs; but we assured her that to trust God for what was lacking
was not begging. The day came when this child and myself took possession
of our new home. As we entered the dining-room we found a large mail
from China on the table.

One letter was forwarded from the lady in Australia whose gifts, in the
past, seemed always to have met some felt need. Her letter enclosed
fifty pounds, with the expressed wish that thirty pounds should be used
for work in China, but twenty pounds was to be used to meet some
personal need. I handed the letter to my daughter, saying: "Shall we not
believe that God will undertake for us? It seems to me as if our Father
were beside us saying, 'My child, take this hundred dollars as an
earnest of what I am going to do for you.'"

Tears stood in her eyes as my daughter gave the letter back, saying:
"Mother, we don't trust God half enough!"

Were I to attempt to write the history of the months that followed, a
long chapter would be required; but my testimony along this line is
surely suff