The Lord Is Opening My Eyes
By T. L. Waters
Bro. Smith: I write you these few lines to let you know what the Lord is doing for me. I am beginning to apply the eye-salve, and the scales begin to fall. I just begin to see my poor and miserable, blind and naked condition. My prayers are beginning to be answered. O, when I look at Jesus for a moment and see how poor he became for my sake, my poverty amounts to just nothing at all. I have but little of this world's goods, yet that little if spent in the Lord's cause, will be like the widow's mite. I am determined by the grace of God to sacrifice all, and having food and raiment to be therewith content. Eternal life! O, there is music in the words. Thank God, we are almost there. But a hand's breadth of time before us lies the land of promise. There I hope to meet you and all the kind messengers who have so faithfully given us meat in due season. May the Lord give us wisdom that we may all press together as one man. Weaverville, Mich., Dec., 1858.