Above is a pic of my youngest daughter and me.
My Husband, My brother in Christ
I found it interesting that...
Elizabeth Prentiss was only 9 years old when her father that she adored died of Tuberculosis.Oh, could I now drop the body, I would stand and cry to all eternity without being weary: 'God is holy, God is just, God is good; God is wise and faithful and true' ...I cannot paint [my Saviour], I cannot describe him, I cannot make others love him. Nay I cannot love Him a thousandth part so much as I ought myself... Christians would avoid much trouble if they would only believe what they profess... God has been depriving me of one blessing after another, but as every one was removed He has come in and filled up its place..."
--Edward Payson (Elizabeth Prentiss' father)
She made a profession of faith at age 13 (my oldest sons age)."From an early age she studied people in the way others studied books... [Her parents believed] that it was not just formal teaching that mattered in the spiritual development of children. The daily demeanor of the children's parents mattered even more --whether they are kind, patient, and generous or impatient, harsh, and critical."
--Sharon James
She was 27 when she married George Prentiss.
"Her own Christian life was to me a study from the beginning. It had heights and depths of its own, which awed me, and which I could not fully penetrate... If my pastoral ministrations gave any aid and comfort to other souls, I can truly say it was all largely due to her. And as for myself, my debt of gratitude to her as a spiritual helper and friend in Christ was, and is, and ever will be unspeakable."--George Prentiss
She was only 5 years older than I am now when the Civil War began.
(We are studying the Civil War in our Homeschool Group)
She died very young... at age 59.
Her feeling about dying seemed to me to be almost unique. In all my pastoral experience, at least, I do not recall another case quite like it. Her faith in a better world, that is a heavenly, was quite strong as her faith in God and in Christ; she regarded it as the true home of her soul... she viewed it [death] as an invitation from the King of Glory to come be with Him... And during all her later years her answer to such a question would imply a sort of astonishment, that anyone could ask it... not merely was there an absence of all apparent dread of death, but an exalting joy in the thought of it."--George Prentiss
Comments
This is very encouraging....trying to think how I can steal it for my blog post today.
:)
Posted by: amy deburgh | January 23, 2007 08:34 AM
Hey Amy,
Steal away...
:-)
Love In Christ,
Lisa
Posted by: lisa | January 27, 2007 10:39 AM