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James B. Weaver letters to Clara Vinson, 1856-1858

1858-04-29 Page 02

want an answer. How strange that I should count the time from one letter to another & think it a long while no difference how short, & remember there has been a time when I would not read them when they came. Surely I have been led in a way I knew not of.  
Untireing petitions to Him who rules our destinies has been well rewarded.  
You say for us not to cease trying to be religious. No, never. I have been trying to live the life of a christian to long to give it up now. When my friends, those I loved more than all the world, have sickened & died, & I felt desolate & weary of the world, When my path way through life seemed dark & lonely, & the future seemed impenetrable darkness, I went to "Him who tempers the wind to the shorne lamb," poured out my soul in humble supplication for grace to sustain me, & resignation to His will, & realized that I indeed had a "Friend that sticketh closer than

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want an answer. How strange that I should count the time from one letter to another & think it a long while no difference how short, & remember there has been a time when I would not read them when they came. Surely I have been led in a way I knew not of. Untireing petitions to Him who rules our destinies has been well rewarded. You say for us not to cease trying to be religious. No, never. I have been trying to live the life of a christian to long to give it up now. When my friends, those I loved more than all the world, have sickened & died, & I felt desolate & weary of the world, When my path way through life seemed dark & lonely, & the future seemed impenetrable darkness, I went to "Him who tempers the wind to the shorne lamb," poured out my soul in humble supplication for grace to sustain me, & resignation to His will, & realized that I indeed had a "Friend that sticketh closer than