Not My Will the Light in My Window Set of 2 by Francena H. Arnold

Author:Francena H. Arnold [Arnold, Francena H.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 978-0-8024-9095-7
Publisher: Moody Publishers
Published: 1974-01-15T00:00:00+00:00

Eleanor was astounded at the offer and was somewhat inclined to refuse it. Mother, however, urged its acceptance. Eleanor could well be spared from the work just now—Little Chad would be cared for by herself—and, most important of all, this might be God’s call to wider service.

Eleanor knelt down by her bedside and prayed over the problem, then rose from her knees feeling that God was indeed calling her to Bethel. So the letter of acceptance was written.

In preparing the lectures, Eleanor was brought back into the world of science that she had left three years before, and, though at times painful memories sprang up, she really enjoyed the study and preparation. Never before had she approached any study with the object of glorifying God through it all, and she soon found herself absorbed and thrilled with the magnitude and beauty of God’s works.

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In March she left for the city, promising to bring Chad the most wonderful toy fire engine to be found in the shops when she returned.

“And will you be a good boy while Mother is gone?” she asked almost tearfully.

“Yes, I will be good, Mother.” Then he added for emphasis, “I truly will, Miss Honor.” So Eleanor kissed him and was gone.

It was pleasant to meet old friends at Bethel. Eleanor had some talks with Dr. Cortland that inspired her with new courage. She visited the institute with Billy and rejoiced over the improvements there. Billy’s father was growing much interested in the institute work, and Billy was planning a campaign of her own to get her father and some of his wealthy friends to endow the institute so that it could afford to hire a full-time resident pastor. Dr. King was still preaching on Sundays but had little time for weekday work there.

Yet with all the joy of being back at her old school, Eleanor had an uneasy feeling that all was not well there. The spiritual life of the school seemed to have lost some of its depth and fervor. Dr. Cortland’s facial expression was sad, and many of the students seemed to feel dissatisfied with a vague something in the atmosphere. Yet no one could lay a finger exactly on the trouble.

Outwardly the school seemed to be progressing. There was talk of a building campaign to provide a new library and science hall. Everywhere was an air of brisk activity.

Eleanor saw Dr. King every day, but he was always busy. If his sorrow had had any deep effect on him it was not discernible. He looked as calmly self-sufficient as ever, and the only change in his appearance was an added amount of gray in the wavy brown hair. The one white lock was not nearly so conspicuous as before.

Dr. King listened to the lectures with interest, and, when they were over and Eleanor was ready to leave for the farm, he insisted on driving her to the station in his car.

“The train is late, I see,” he remarked as they scanned the bulletin board.

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