This is a letter of love and support to Miss Crawford who would appear to have some difficulties at home. She reminds her of God’s love and goodness.
My dearly loved Friend
It is so long since I heard how things are with you in your home, that I cannot wait longer to express my sympathy, & my share in all your anxiety for your dear ones. How is your dear Father? How does the Mother bear the strain? & How are you after all the strain of Assembly time? I do hope you will have a holiday & be getting the summer air & rest somewhere before this reaches you?? Eh? I joined with you in the day of intercession, & have beleived that God will answer in the best & highest way. In His Chosen Way. I myself think the First Thing is the consecrated annointed Man or Woman, then the buildings etc will not drag much. I have the joy of (200?) New Towns coming to learn of My Lord. & this is health to the bones. I wish I could write to you of all His Goodness, but with a house building, & school at any & all hours, & a very frail tabernacle, I am afraid to indulge, only I must send a wee wordie of Love, & tell you to look up & know that to the dear ones as to yourself, the sky grows the more comforting & the more genial & the more glorious as it sets. The Morning is Magnificent in its dawn & power, the noontide potent in its glory & splendour, but it is in the westering that the fret is soothed, & the nerves quietened, & Home Life realized, & in the golden glow, ere He hushes His own to Rest is the hour of Holiest, closest, intensest cementing of Spirit-bonds. “*So* He giveth His beloved sleep” not necessarily the sleep of death. His Promises & Revealings are like Himself just equal to our ability to use & appropriate them. Thus He gives Rest to Our Souls. There I leave you, & the dear Parents, & the dear brother, who with you still occupies the old Home nest, & there you are safe, & know for ever beloved friend of mine, that *no* *good* *thing* shall He with-hold from you & yours. My girls would send love if they were here. My own heart sends an outflow both warm & tender & the Love of “The Beloved” covers you all.
I am dear one yours in warmest & best of all bonds which can never be broken.
M M Slessor