There's the Lord's Answer

Many years ago, when in my country charge, I returned one afternoon from a funeral, fatigued with the day's work. After a long ride, I had accompanied the mourners to the churchyard. As I neared my stable door, I felt a strange prompting to visit a poor widow, who, with her invalid daughter, lived in a lonely cottage in an outlying part of the parish.

My natural reluctance to make another visit was overcome by a feeling I could not resist, and I turned my horse's head toward the cottage. I was thinking only of the poor widow's spiritual needs; but when I reached her little house, I was struck with its look of unwanted barreness and poverty.

After putting a little money into her hand, I began to inquire into their circumstances and found that. their supplies had been utterly exhausted since the night before. I asked them what they had done.

"I just spread it before the Lord!"

"Did you tell your case to any friend?"

"Oh no, sir; naebody kens but Himself and me! I kent He would not forget; but I didna ken hoo. He wad help me, till I seen you come riding over the brae, and then I said, "There's the Lord's answer!" Many a time has the recollection of this incident encouraged me to trust in the loving care of my heavenly Father. — New Testament Anecdotes.