little mission circle joined in the fight for her life. Her father was
sent for, but arrived just as she was losing consciousness. A few hours
later, when we were kneeling round her bedside waiting for the end, my
eyes seemed suddenly opened to what I had been doing--_I had dared to
fight against Almighty God_.

In the moments that followed God revealed himself to me in such love and
majesty and glory that I gave myself up to him with unspeakable joy.
Then I knew that I had been making an awful mistake, and that I could
indeed safely trust my children to him wherever he might lead. One thing
only seemed plain, that I must follow where God should lead. I saw at
last that God must come first. Before the precious body was laid away
preparations for our first trip were begun.

Was God faithful to the vision he had given me? Or did he allow the
children to suffer in the years that followed, when months each year
were spent with them right out among the people? As I write this,
eighteen years have passed since we started on that first trip, and none
of our children have died. Never had we as little sickness as during
that life. Never had we so much evidence of God's favor and blessing in
a hundred ways--as may be gathered from the definite testimonies which
follow.

Without one exception, every place in which we stayed for a month, and
opened as my husband had planned, became in time a growing church.

And I found, to my surprise, that I was able to give more time to the
children, that I was able to guard them better when on those trips than
when in the Changte Station. For the mission compound was large, and
often the children were out of my sight for hours at a time; whereas the
outside native compounds we lived in were so small the children were
always within sight and reach. Even when groups of women were listening
to the Gospel, I was able to direct the children's lessons. As I look
back on that time, my heart is filled with overflowing gratitude to God
for the wonderful grace and strength he gave for that life.

My great regret is that I did not keep a record of answers to prayer. I
find it most difficult to record just what "asking and getting things
from God" meant at that time, but it now seems to me to have been the
very foundation of the whole life. The instances of answers to prayer,
here recorded, are simply the ones connected with that life which stand
out most clearly in my memory of those years.