MARY L. FIELD by Mary L. Field

The Seventh-day Adventist Publishing Association · Battle Creek, Mich. · Jul 28, 1868

MARY L. FIELD

By Mary L. Field

From Sr. Field.

DEAR BRETHREN AND SISTERS: With a sense of my unworthiness in the sight of God, yet with a heart filled with gratitude to him for his goodness and mercy to me, I would say, I am still striving to walk in the narrow way. The truths connected with the third angel's message are daily becoming dearer to me. My desire is, that they may have a sanctifying effect upon my heart and life, until I am without fault. Of late, my faith has been increased, and my confidence strengthened in this work as being the work of God, for which I feel to praise his great name. As it is always cheering and encouraging to me to hear of the goodness of God to his people and his care for them, perhaps it might encourage some to hear what the Lord has done for me. While on the way to our State Conference, I was taken ill, and continued to grow worse until Sunday morning, when it was decided that I had typhoid fever and would have to remain there. This was discouraging to me, being seventy miles from home and dear children. I thought of the privilege given us in James, but hesitated some time, feeling too unworthy to ask such a special blessing of the Lord. Yet I felt my desire was to do his will, and believed if it could be for his glory, I should be permitted to return home. Accordingly, Brn. Andrews and Cornell were called. The Lord heard the fervent prayers of his humble, devoted servants. The fever was rebuked, and his saints blessed and encouraged. The next morning I started for home; rode 25 miles. The next day rode 30 miles. The weather was very warm, but I endured the journey as well as could be expected, although very weak when I arrived home. I have been gaining strength daily, and feel to give God the praise. I feel like girding on the whole armor, being more watchful lest I enter into temptation. I want to perform every duty faithfully, and live so that when Jesus comes to redeem his waiting people, I, with them, may hear the welcome plaudit, "Well done."

MARY L. FIELD

Anamosa, Iowa, July 13, 1868.