To Mrs. J.G. Holland
The lost one was on such childlike terms with the Father in Heaven. He has passed from confiding to comprehending - perhaps but a step.
The safety of a beloved lost is the first anguish. With you, that is peace.
I shall never forget the Doctor's prayer, my first morning with you - so simple, so believing. That God must be a friend - that was a different God - and I almost felt warmer myself, in the midst of a tie so sunshiny.
I am yearning to know if he knew he was fleeing - if he spoke to you. Dare I ask if he suffered? Some one will tell me a very little, when they have the strength. . . Cling tight to the hearts that will not let you fall.