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Testimonies for the Church Volume 2
The sweat was dropping from my face, and I felt such anguish as I
had never felt before. A fearful struggle was before us. Should we
fail here, all the difficulties of our journey had been experienced for
nought.
Before us, on the other side of the chasm, was a beautiful field
of green grass, about six inches high. I could not see the sun; but
bright, soft beams of light, resembling fine gold and silver, were
resting upon this field. Nothing I had seen upon earth could compare
in beauty and glory with this field. But could we succeed in reaching
it? was the anxious inquiry. Should the cord break, we must perish.
Again, in whispered anguish, the words were breathed: “What
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holds the cord?” For a moment we hesitated to venture. Then we
exclaimed: “Our only hope is to trust wholly to the cord. It has been
our dependence all the difficult way. It will not fail us now.” Still we
were hesitating and distressed. The words were then spoken: “God
holds the cord. We need not fear.” These words were then repeated
by those behind us, accompanied with: “He will not fail us now. He
has brought us thus far in safety.”
My husband then swung himself over the fearful abyss into the
beautiful field beyond. I immediately followed. And, oh, what a
sense of relief and gratitude to God we felt! I heard voices raised in
triumphant praise to God. I was happy, perfectly happy.
I awoke, and found that from the anxiety I had experienced in
passing over the difficult route, every nerve in my body seemed to
be in a tremor. This dream needs no comment. It made such an
impression upon my mind that probably every item in it will be vivid
before me while my memory shall continue.
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