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You encourage me to go into detail about my work. This is something I have always been afraid to do, lest it should seem like boasting. I visited one poor little sufferer, who all the doctors said must have an operation. And oh, how she dreaded it! I can not tell you how wretched she was. But we kneeled together and asked the Lord that she might enjoy good health once more. We wept and prayed together, and then left it all with the dear Lord. After three or four months I saw her again, and she was enjoying perfect health, and was very happy. One of her friends said that her recovery was a miracle. To the Lord be all the glory. The Lord's hand is not shortened; and we shall see greater things than these. I have sent for a copy of “Easy Steps” and “Best Stories” to use in canvassing. I have twenty-one copies of the Signs of the Times, and ten or twelve of the Good Health, to sell. I do most of my housework. We have a large house, and a great deal of company. I am not complaining, for I do my work as unto the Lord, knowing that of Him I shall receive my reward; and my light is growing brighter all the time. I never remember of enjoying better health than I do now. I take a cold shower bath every morning, except Sabbath, and often through the week a warm bath in my bath cabinet. I use sterilized milk and cream, and cook with ko-nut, otherwise I am living the health reform perfectly. I use pink beans, or white ones, and peas, cabbage, and potatoes, all cooked with ko-nut. We have an abundance of fruit, and all is seasoned with thanks to the Lord for the light He has given on health reform. It is our work to sow the gospel seed by all waters, then let the seed alone. We can not help it by turning it over every day. The Lord knows how to take care of it. He bids us sow and reap. But, you say, I have sown, and now I want to reap. The farmer may wish to reap in a few days after sowing. He may see his family suffering for food, and feel that he can not wait until fall to gather the crop; but he knows better than to expect anything different. He must trust God's rain and sunshine to mature the seed sown. Some sister may say, I have talked purity to my husband, or have talked to him about the Sabbath, and he refuses to listen. Perhaps you have said enough on these subjects, my sister. Do not sow the ground over and over with the same kind of seed. Consider the farmer again. He plants corn by itself on the north side of the field, and rye on the south, then a patch of millet on the east, and some oats on the west. Now if he had continued to plant nothing but corn, and had planted it over and over, what kind of crop would he have?—It would be no crop at all; for the corn would choke out the corn. So, my sister, if you talk purity, and your husband is not pure, there is another patch in his heart which needs cultivating. Perhaps there is a little corner of his heart grown over with covetousness, which must be plowed with the Word before the seed will be received. There may be a patch of malice, or anger, or murder. These must all be cleared away with the gospel plow. There must be a turning about. Men have been thinking of Christianity much like the man who tried to build a chimney in the air—he could not find the place for the first brick. Much of the Christianity of to-day is after this fashion. The unskilled workman sows the seed broadcast over the rubbish of the carnal heart. But the seed can not grow until the gospel plow turns all the carnal nature deep down, even to the bottom of the sea.