“In all thy ways acknowledge Him, and
He shall direct thy paths.”
—Prov. iii. 6.
“How excellent a thought to me
Thy loving-kindness then shall be!
Thus in the shadow of Thy wings
I’ll hide me from all troublous things.”
“My life is like Africa; there are no paths anywhere,” said Marion. She was not petulant; the tone was not petulant; Marion knew she thought she was bearing her life bravely. The study was cool and darkened that August afternoon; she lay idly upon the lounge, a fresh magazine in her lap, and a pile of books on the carpet within reach of her idle hands.
A year ago she thought she loved books—and music, and life.