I will let down the net again,
To do Thy will, O Lord.
HOME LEAVING
Bidding our loved ones good-bye we left Granite City, Illinois, May 29th, 1919. We took train from St. Louis at 4 P. M., for Stanton, Missouri, where God had definitely led us to go.
As the train sped out of the city and over the long stretch of country beyond, I was meditating over the many things that had happened at our farewell. My dear mother had said she did not understand this thing, and my brothers and sisters had spoken against our going out in such a foolish way, without money and without backing of any kind. They just knew that we would all starve and die in that far-off country. None of them being Christians, they could not understand how the dear Lord could supply our every need. But the blessed Holy Spirit had spoken to my heart and said, “You have left all, brothers, sisters, father, mother, houses and lands for My sake, and the Gospel’s, so I will give you brothers, sisters, fathers and mothers, houses and lands, wherever you go.”
As we rode on, we were praying that God would lead us every step of the way, and not let us miss His will in any thing we did or said. As I took some tracts from my hand bag to distribute among the passengers I noticed a white-haired gentleman take a seat just across from us. The Spirit said to me, “That is one of your Pentecostal brothers. Ask him what you want to know about the place to which you are going.”
We were not acquainted with any one at Stanton, and had been wishing that we could find out something about the place and the people before we arrived. I began distributing the tracts through the car, and when I came to this man he looked up and said, “Praise the Lord!” We had a blessed time from there on, talking of the work over the country, and learning of conditions at Stanton.