CASTING ALL YOUR CARES UPON HIM.
By Sarah F. Smiley
In the summer of 1878 I descended the Rhigi with one of the most faithful of the old Swiss guides. Beyond the service of the day, he gave me unconsciously a lesson for my life. His first care was to put my wraps and other burdens upon his shoulder. In doing this he asked for all, but I chose to keep back a few for special care. I soon found them no little hindrance to the freedom of my movements; but still I would not give them up until my guide returning to me where I sat resting a moment, kindly but firmly demanded that I should give up everything but my alpine stock. Putting them with the utmost care upon his shoulders, with a look of intense satisfaction he again led the way. And now, in my freedom, I found I could make double speed with double safety. Then a voice spoke inwardly, "Ah, foolish, willful heart, hast thou indeed given up thy last burden? Thou hast no need to carry them, nor even the right." I saw it all in a flash, and then as I leaped lightly on from rock to rock down the steep mountain side, I said within myself, "and even thus will I follow Jesus, my Guide, my Burden-bearer. I will cast all my care upon him, for he careth for me."—Sarah F. Smiley.