Edith to Stuart
18.10.17
My Dearest
You shall not be disappointed again this morning, as you were yesterday, but I do not know if I can write in the morning. It is very awkward writing at night in our house, for if I write downstairs, the others are all talking and laughing, and may quite possibly see what I am writing; and if I write upstairs, I am unsociable, or keep my candle burning too long, or something. So here’s an experiment.
Now, I must go right back to your first letter, in which you asked me how your picture of the future appeals to me. As such a call has come to you, I think it is the highest and noblest work which you can do. I came across this little bit in a book I was reading yesterday, “He who adds the least touch of beauty to a sacred life does more than he who paints a master-piece; but he who brings a lost soul to the Saviour, who seeks and finds a wandering sheep, and bears it back to the fold, does the noblest, greatest work possible on this earth”. You intend to devote your whole life to this “noblest, greatest work”, either in England, or the Mission Field, and it makes me very happy, dearest, to think of the time when you will have attained that part of your aim. There are some things I think about Missionary work which I will tell you later. Meanwhile, dearest, be happy in the thought that God has called you to nobler work than He gives to most, to the same work for which He sent His Son to live upon this earth.
I cannot tell you, Dearest, exactly how you have helped me in my school life, but you have a great deal. I do not mind it at all now, and there are some lessons which I really enjoy. I expect, as time goes on, I will get to like them all, so, Dearest, do not be uneasy about me, and believe that I am speaking the absolute truth when I tell you that I am getting on all right. If things do go wrong, I will tell you, Dearest.
Now I shall have to stop, though there is a great deal more I want to say. Be happy today, Dearest, and get strong and well quickly, so that you can soon come to school with me again.
Goodbye, My Dearest, my Own, Goodbye.
(c) DearestBeloved 2009
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