God's forgot that ever I lived... He's forgot...and He never cared, nohow....He smoothed her brown, rough-palmed hand; he held her hands to keep her from jerking herself away from his admonishing: Oh, 'tis not true, the words yere a-sayin', Cean Smith; and well ye know it. Never does He forget a child o' His'n. 'Tis His children that forget that He is rememberin'. Get on yere knees and climb on them up to the shelter o' His arms. Knock on His ears with yere prayers. Creep into His arms, Cean Smith, and lay yere head on His bosom, and He'll hold ye closer than inny man ye ever love can ever hold ye. He'll lay His hand on yere head and ye'll stop yere restless fightin' against His will. He'll shut yere pitiful little mouth from complainin' against Him. Ye'll hush and be comforted....She dared him to prove his saying: Then pray fer Him to do them things fer me!He prayed; and when he had finished, Cean's will was as water to God's will, and Cean's tears were softening and healing to her heart.
~ Caroline Miller
