f God passed to higher
service.

For several years I had been affected just as Dr. Corbett had been, and
each year the terrible disease seemed to be getting a firmer hold upon
me. At last, one day my husband brought me the decision of the doctors,
that I should return home. And as I lay there ill and weak, the
temptation came to yield. But, as I remembered Dr. Corbett's testimony,
and my own clear call, I felt that to go back would be to go against my
own conscience. I therefore determined to do as Dr. Corbett had
done--leave myself in the Lord's hands--whether for life or for death.
This happened more than twenty years ago, and since then I have had very
little trouble from that dread disease.

Yes, the deeper the need, and the more bitter the extremity, the greater
the opportunity for God to show forth his mighty power in our lives, if
we but give him a chance by unswerving obedience at any cost. "In the
day when I cried thou answeredst me, and strengthenedst me with strength
in my soul" (Psa. 138:3).

* * * * *

During our fourth year in China, when we were spending the hot season at
the coast, our little son, eighteen months old, was taken very ill with
dysentery. After several days' fight for the child's life came the
realization, one evening, that the angel of death was at hand.

My whole soul rebelled; I actually seemed to hate God; I could see
nothing but cruel injustice in it all; and the child seemed to be fast
going. My husband and I knelt down beside the little one's bedside, and
he pleaded earnestly with me to yield my will and my child to God. After
a long and bitter struggle God gained the victory, and I told my husband
I would give my child to the Lord. Then my husband prayed, committing
the precious soul into the Lord's keeping.

While he was praying I noticed that the rapid, hard breathing of the
child had ceased. Thinking my darling was gone, I hastened for a light,
for it was dark; but on examining the child's face I found that he had
sunk into a deep, sound, natural sleep, which lasted most of the night.
The following day he was practically well of the dysentery.

To me it has always seemed that the Lord tested me to almost the last
moment; then, when I yielded my dearest treasure to him and put my Lord
first, he gave back the child.

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While writing the above I came across an extract from the Christian of
March 12, 19