It was during these months of such anguish as only mothers can know that the great comforting truth of reincarnation was fully revealed to me. And I count the sorrow, even if it had killed me, but a small payment for it. Slowly, but surely it dawned upon my soul, that the suffering which I had not deserved, by either thought, word or deed in this life, must have been earned in some previous existence, and this conviction enabled me not only to accept, but to forgive. Then I read upon my knees the Fifth-first Psalm and prayed, “Forgive me, for it is against Thee, and Thee only, I have sinned.” I had paid my debt, and I was comforted; for we must all go up our own Calvary. The just cannot die for the unjust, the purehearted for the sinner, the merciful for the cruel.
“It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishment the scroll,
I am the master of my fate
I am the captain of my soul.”
We all pay our just debts, we all reap then our just rewards. And my soul rose up to God’s expectation, yielded
“... itself to the Power constraining,
With a ready and full surrender;
Trusting God in the roughest whirlwind,
In a cloud of the thickest night,