The Letters of Ruth Bryan, 1805-1860

Cast all your cares upon Him

My valued friend,
May the Lord preserve your going out and coming in, and, if it be His holy will, revive your sick daughter--your drooping, fragile flower; but, above all, bring her into His garden enclosed below, and then gather her as His lily to wear in His own bosom above. Oh! the happiness of being enfolded in His love forever, where clouds and storms can never come.

We are on the sure way—the King's highway. We are journeying therein amidst the many cares and storms of wilderness life, and I amidst the pains and weakness of decaying mortality. To each the promise stands good—"As your days, so shall your strength be." In passing through life the interests of time have their claims—but we often give them sadly too much importance. How secondary do they look in the light of eternity, for in one moment our breath may fail, and we are done with them forever. The Lord bless you with sweet communion with Himself, enabling you to cast all your cares upon Him, for He cares for you. He clothes His lilies, He feeds His doves, He makes a way through the sea for His ransomed to pass over.

With warm love, your own unworthy,