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Gather Up the Fragments, December 20
Gather up the fragments that remain, that nothing be lost.
John 6:12
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This morning, or rather at twelve o’clock, I rose to adjust my blinds,
which were being blown by the wind; and I found the manuscript which I
was to read before leaving on the six o’clock train for San Francisco, where
I am to unite with Elder Corliss in labor during the week of prayer. With
this manuscript was a letter from you to W. C. W. [White], which I read
at midnight. This letter was of special interest to me, and after reading it, I
could not think of sleeping; so I dressed, and am in my writing chair at this
moment....
I have felt more grateful than I can express for this pleasant refuge
[Elmshaven, near St. Helena, California], for me in my old age. I do not feel
any older than I did twenty years ago, but I do not count upon many years
now, and I have a great desire to accomplish a work in preparing my writings
so that, if I am suddenly removed, they will be in a proper shape for others to
handle them, and thus carry out the oft-repeated instructions to me, “Gather
up the fragments; let nothing be lost.” ...
Here we have an abundance of fruit of all kinds. Our surroundings are
very agreeable and pleasant to look upon. We have an abundance of pure
water from the everlasting hills, and grapes in abundance....
I will write no more now, but I hope you will both be situated where for a
time you will not have to strain every nerve and muscle to their highest tension.
It is not best to be in any way presumptuous. The Lord desires His worn
servants to have a chance to be situated where they will have an opportunity
to express with pen and voice the advantage of a broad experience, without
sacrificing their lives in the effort. By precept and example men should be
educated to bear the strain of labor, and those who have hitherto borne the
burdens should preserve the life God has given them to voice His Word—
“This is the way; walk ye in it.”
I will leave this right here. My watch says that it is three o’clock. In
love, Ellen G. White.—
Letter 161, December 20, 1900
, to Brother and Sister
Druillard, who labored in Africa and were being invited to join Ellen White’s
staff.
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