With every
one I helped my power increased, and I felt as if I had washed away
a little of my own great sin. O Christie! never think it's time to
die till you are called; for the Lord leaves us till we have done
our work, and never sends more sin and sorrow than we can bear and
be the better for, if we hold fast by Him."
So beautiful and brave she looked, so full of strength and yet of
meek submission was her voice, that Christie's heart was thrilled;
for it was plain that Rachel had learned how to distil balm from the
bitterness of life, and, groping in the mire to save lost souls, had
found her own salvation there.
"Show me how to grow pious, strong, and useful, as you are," she
said. "I am all wrong, and feel as if I never could get right again,
for I haven't energy enough to care what becomes of me."
"I know the state, Christie: I've been through it all! but when I
stood where you stand now, there was no hand to pull me back, and I
fell into a blacker river than this underneath our feet. Thank God,
I came in time to save you from either death!"
"How did you find me?" asked Christie, when she had echoed in her
heart the thanksgiving that came with such fervor from the other's
lips.
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