What happens when you start losing your mind, and common sense is nowhere to be found? What do you do when disasters occur, and your life seems to be somewhere at the bottom of the sea? What do you do when you try to live as a good citizen and a servant of God, but your parents do not understand what is going on in your mind, and your wife, your brothers and sisters, your friends and neighbors see you as an outcast? To whom can you turn, especially when the journey seems long? Where can you go? Do you move to another location to ease the pain? Do you leave the people you love behind? Thank God there is hope.

What happens when you start losing your mind, and common sense is nowhere to be found? What do you do when disasters occur, and your life seems to be somewhere at the bottom of the sea? What do you do when you try to live as a good citizen and a servant of God, but your parents do not understand what is going on in your mind, and your wife, your brothers and sisters, your friends and neighbors see you as an outcast? To whom can you turn, especially when the journey seems long? Where can you go? Do you move to another location to ease the pain? Do you leave the people you love behind? Thank God there is hope.

From that work this hitherto gaudy maiden came out as plain as a Quakeress, and hastened to the Methodist prayer meeting. Seeing her thus evidently taught of the Holy Spirit, they took hold of her case with new courage as she bowed with them crying for mercy. The prayers of the early Methodists were something wonderful, and this broken-hearted penitent drank into their wrestling spirit. They claimed for her the "exceeding great and precious promises," with mighty faith; she claimed these promises with them. They took hold on Jesus; she put her hand with theirs into His with a strong and steady grip, and He accepted her.

From that work this hitherto gaudy maiden came out as plain as a Quakeress, and hastened to the Methodist prayer meeting. Seeing her thus evidently taught of the Holy Spirit, they took hold of her case with new courage as she bowed with them crying for mercy. The prayers of the early Methodists were something wonderful, and this broken-hearted penitent drank into their wrestling spirit. They claimed for her the "exceeding great and precious promises," with mighty faith; she claimed these promises with them. They took hold on Jesus; she put her hand with theirs into His with a strong and steady grip, and He accepted her.