The sense of wifehood had grown one
with her consciousness. It mingled with all her prayers, both in
chamber and in church. As she went about the house, she was
dreaming of her Tom--an angel in heaven, she said to herself, but
none the less her husband, and waiting for her. If she did not
read poetry, she read her New Testament; and if she understood it
only in a childish fashion, she obeyed it in a child-like one,
whence the way of all wisdom lay open before her. It is not where
one is, but in what direction he is going. Before her, too, was
her little boy--borne in his father's arms, she pictured him, and
hearing from him of the mother who was coming to them by and by,
when God had made her good enough to rejoin them!
But, while she continued thus simple, Godfrey could not fail to
see how much more of a woman she had grown: he was not yet
capable of seeing that she would--could never hare got so far
with him, even if he had married her.
Love and marriage are of the Father's most powerful means for the
making of his foolish little ones into sons and daughters. But so
unlike in many cases are the immediate consequences to those
desired and expected, that it is hard for not a few to believe
that he is anywhere looking after their fate--caring about them
at all. And the doubt would be a reasonable one, if the end of
things was marriage. But the end is life--that we become the
children of God; after which, all things can and will go their
grand, natural course; the heart of the Father will be content
for his children, and the hearts of the children will be content
in their Father.
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