Please God, Give Us a Home

Mr. Moody tells of a beautiful answer to the faith of a little child.

“I remember a child that lived with her parents in a small village. One day the news came that her father had joined the army (it was the beginning of our war), and a few days after, the landlord came to demand the rent. The mother told him she hadn’t got it, and that her husband had gone into the army. He was a hard-hearted wretch, and he stormed, and said that they must leave the house; he wasn’t going to have people who couldn’t pay the rent.

“After he was gone, the mother threw herself into the arm-chair, and began to weep bitterly. Her little girl, whom she taught to pray in faith, (but it is more difficult to practice than to preach,) came up to her, and said, ‘What makes you cry J mavima, I will jpray to God to give us a little home, and woyCt He? ‘What could the mother say? So the little child went into the next room and began to pray. The door was open, and the moth could hear every word.

“‘O, Oody you have come and taken away father y and mamma has got no money, and the landlord will twni us out because we can’t pay, and we will have to sit on the doorstep, and mamina will catch cold. Give us a little home,’ Then she waited as if for an answer, and then added, ‘Won’t you, please, God?’

“She came out of that room quite happy, expecting a home to be given them. The mother felt reproved. God heard the prayer of that little one, for he touched the heart of the cruel landlord, and she has never paid any rent since.”

God give us the faith of that little child, that we may likewise expect an answer,” nothing wavering’’