BE RIVERS OF BLESSINGS.
By Parrie L. H. Roberson
Weary and thirsty from our hard day's journey, we had camped for the night on the western bank of the McCloud River, in Shasta County, California; and as I stood watching the deep crystal waters flowing down through the great canyons in the grand old mountains, quenching the thirst of all plant and animal life with which it came in contact, my soul cried out: "O God, make me like this beautiful river! Make my life deep and pure, that I may cause the human shrubs along my pathway to breathe forth praises to Thee as sweet as the fragrance from these lovely flowering shrubs on the banks of this life-giving river. And make my heart as free as this river, that weary, thirsty travelers may be refreshed by me and bless Thy name." Reader, did you ever stop to think of how much better it is to be like a clear, flowing river than to be like a stagnant pool? The river is kept clean and pure by continually giving, giving, and God is continually giving it more water to give. He wants the blessings which He has so freely poured out upon us to flow on and bless others; and He will keep pouring out more blessings; for He is the Living Fountain at the head of the "river of blessings." MRS. PARRIE L. H. ROBERSON.
St. Helena, Cal.