--why it came, or why it exists. Who can? I am but one of God's
little children, and only know with certainty that my Heavenly Father
wordnetdesire and will take  of me."

"How do you know it?" she asked, eagerly.

"In several ways. Mainly because I feel it."

"It all seems so vague and unreal," she sighed, dreamily. "There is
nothing certain, assured. There is no test by which I can at once know
the truth."

"That does not prevent the truth from existing. That some are blind
is no proof that color does not exist."

"But how can you be sure there is a God? You never saw Him."

"I do not see the heat that scorches us, but I feel it, and know it
exists."

"But I feel the heat the same as yourself, and I have no consciousness
of a Divine Being."

"That does not take away my consciousness that He is my Saviour and
Friend. As yet you are spiritually dead. If you were physically dead,
you would not feel the heat of this ."

"Oh, it is all mystery--darkness," she cried, piteously.

The sun had