I know I ought not to say it, but I _don't_ see why God let him die," said Jack, with a quiver in his voice, for his loving heart could not help aching still.
"No, dear, we cannot see or know many things that grieve us very much, but we _can_ trust that it is right, and try to believe that all is meant for our good.

That is what faith means, and without it we are miserable.

When you were little, you were afraid of the dark, but if I spoke or touched you, then you were sure all was well, and fell asleep holding my hand.

God is wiser and stronger than any father or mother, so hold fast to Him, and you will have no doubt or fear, however dark it seems." "As you do," said Jack, going to sit on the arm of Mamma's chair, with his cheek to hers, willing to trust as she bade him, but glad to hold fast the living hand that had led and comforted him all his life.
"Ed used to say to me when I fretted about getting well, and thought nobody cared for me, which was very naughty, 'Don't be troubled, God won't forget you; and if you must be lame, He will make you able to bear it,'" said Jill, softly, her quick little mind all alive with new thoughts and feelings.
"He believed it, and that's why he liked that hymn so much.

I'm glad they sung it to-day," said Frank, bringing his heavy dictionary to lay on the book where the flowers were pressing.
"Oh, thank you! Could you play that tune for me?
I didn't hear it, and I'd love to, if you are willing," asked Jill.
"I didn't think I ever should want to play again, but I do.