I am to day. I bless God that he ever put it in my dear
mother's mind to come to this place, for she was not a Christian, and
the heaviest burden that I have carried was praying for one that was the
head of the great family where she should have been a leader of her dear
ones to the Lamb of God, that taketh away the sins of the world. But God
be praised for a little one to lead so many, for of all the people of
mothers there was not one that knew of this love of God, and how many
were the souls given for me to work for. I told my mother that I had
found Jesus and was going to follow Him. She said. "My child, you are
too young. I am afraid that you will not hold out." And I said, "Mother,
if I should look to myself I should fail, but I look to Jesus. I have
given my life and He can hold me in the power of His might and can keep
me from failing; so I can not go against your will, but I must follow
Him, for you know how He has saved me from sickness so many times, and
now the time has come for me to pay my vows unto Him for making me His
own." I went forward in the way that He marked out for me and then to
pray that she might be saved.

My grandma was almost one hundred years old, and when she heard that the
Lord had saved me and that I was praying for her she saw her own sins
and asked me to come on to visit all of my people, and I, getting ready,
got my oldest sister to go with me. I found that the way was opened for
work, as there we began the work, and they were looking to see something
that they would never see in this world, and sweetly they were all
brought to the Saviour. Grandma went home to carry the good news and
some of the rest have gone with the same good news.

Later years some of my sisters came and some did not come. Then some
got tired and went back to the world, but I have no joy like the joy
there is in the Lord.

My dear mother found the peace in Jesus before she went to that land of
song. When the Lord sent the death angel to call her name she was ready
to answer, "Here am I ready to go in, to come out no more."

My mother left us on the 28th day of February, 1894, in the triumph of
faith in the Lord Jesus Christ. What a blessed thought that I shall soon
be with her on the other side of the river to help her "Crown Him Lord
of all."

To my story:

The subject of this sketch, as I said, was born again under the
preaching of Rev. David Moore, of the Washington Avenue Baptist Church,
which is one