"Then suppose we read a few verses. Maybe we shall find a message for thee here."
Florry read where Aunt Eunice pointed with her needle. It was the thirty-seventh Psalm.
"'Fret not thyself because of evil doers, neither be thou envious against the workers of iniquity. For they shall soon be cut down like the grass, and wither as the green herb.'"
"'Trust in the Lord and do good; so shalt thou dwell in the land, and verily thou shalt be fed.'"
At the fifth and sixth verses, Aunt Eunice paused, and applied the promise.
"That seems to be what thee wants, isn't it, dear? 'Commit thy way unto the Lord; trust also in him; and he shall bring it to pass. And he shall bring forth thy righteousness as the light, and thy judgment as the noonday. Rest in the Lord, and wait patiently for him . . . Cease from anger, and forsake wrath: fret not thyself in any wise to do evil.' It seems to me that is the counsel for thee to follow," said Aunt Eunice. "Just commit thy ways to him, and wait patiently upon him; and, no doubt, he will bring forth thy righteousness as the light! I think thee does love him already; don't thee, Florry?"
"Yes, indeed, I do," whispered Florry, as her friend put her arms around her and drew the little girl close to her side.
"Well, then, can't thee trust him to make all these things come out right? Can't thee commit thy ways unto him?"
"I would, if only I hadn't been so naughty about the plant," said Florry.
Aunt Eunice smiled rather sadly. "That's the way we are always hindering ourselves, dear—by going back and picking up our old sins, instead of leaving them behind us. Didn't thee ask him to forgive thee that sin?"