that I carried it? Was she meant to one day look at God and say, I am your child, I am royal, I have this to say, that I am royal. What you gave me I have loved. God didn’t want her to be timid and shrinking. He wanted her to stand, to know her worth, her infinite destiny. Sitting and sunsets were one thing, but you knew him, really knew him, in the sorrow and in the serving. She understood that now.
You knew him, really knew Him, in the sorry and in the serving!
