"Thy will be done." L. H. P.          In a state of vision, or wakefulness, I cannot tell which, I saw floating over my head four words: "Thy will be done." The words first appeared black and heavy, like iron. They were very familiar to me, for I had held them in memory since the day I learned them at my mother's knee. There were many tender associations connected with them.          My grandmother, when she was drawn out of shape with painful rheumatism, once raised her hands, exclaiming: "If there be a God, I cannot say to Him, 'Thy will be done.' " My sympathizing grandfather fell upon his knees beside her bed, and remained many minutes in silent prayer. When he arose, he stood with head reverently bowed for a moment, then said: "Mary, 'tis fifty years since thee and I, hand in hand, listened to the words, 'What God hath joined together, let not man put asunder.' During this pilgrimage we have been one — and we are one in this trying hour. I share your pains, and have been with them to Him who answereth prayer. His spirit overshadowed me, and I heard the words: 'Be ye made whole.'" My grandmother rose from her bed, and sang, "The Lord has risen indeed;" grandfather joining in the glad strain.          This life-scene, a part of my childhood, is one of my treasures.          When I saw this morning the four words "Thy will be done," I gazed at them earnestly. Their place was constantly changing — now higher, now lower; their color varying — sometimes black and dense, then gray and dim. They seemed upheld by threatening clouds; and beneath the air was filled with darkness. But when I looked again, the threatening clouds had disappeared. The four words rested, and were spanned by rainbow tints. No longer black, but beaming in golden light.          The beautiful lesson this teaches is easily read —          When we come into harmony with the Divine Love and Divine Truth, and the Father's will is done for us and in us, then the iron letters become gold, and we are in happy freedom; God's power is our power, and in His name we can heal from sickness and sin. The New Jerusalem has come down to us from out of heaven. The tabernacle of God is with us, and there shall be no more pain; "for the former things are passed away." The iron age hath departed, and the golden age, spanned by the rainbow of promise, is here. We, little children, feel and acknowledge the presence of the "I AM."   "'Thy will be done.'" by L. H. P. The Christian Science Journal, May, 1885

 

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