In the quiet evening when the wards were put to sleep and Ruth sat beside his cot with her hand softly in his, Cameron opened his eyes from the nap he was supposed to be taking and looked at her with his bright smile.
“I haven’t told you the news,” he said softly. “I have found God. I found Him out on the battlefield and He is great! It’s all true! But you have to search for Him with all your heart, and not let any little old hate or anything else hinder you, or it doesn’t do any good.”
Ruth, with her eyes shining, touched her lips softly to the back of his bandaged hand that lay near her and whispered softly:
“I have found Him, too, dear. And I realize that He has been close beside me all the time, only my heart was so full of myself that I never saw Him before. But, oh, hasn’t He been wonderful to us, and won’t we have a beautiful time living for Him together the rest of our lives?”
Then the bandaged hand went out and folded her close, and Cameron uttered his assent in words too sacred for other ears to hear.