TIRED. BY SARAH S.
Jesus being wearied with His journey. — John iv. 6. IT is astonishing how little we hear of the personal discomforts to which our Lord was exposed. He too could be weary in this toiling world. He too could long for rest, and seek the quiet mountain-top or the desert place to be alone with His Father. There is a weariness which overtakes us all at times, in the midst of active life, and prompts an overpowering desire to get somewhere, to have some refuge, if but for a day, when not even an hour of solitary peace can we dare to claim. Such is often the weariness of the mother, with many young children about her. She is exhausted by nights of wakefulness beside an uneasy babe, or by watching some little sufferer, or by the very restlessness of the ever-moving, ever-changing group about her, of which she must be the centre and the irresistible attraction. There is no escape for you, faithful mother, but there is a loving smile of approval for you 6
82 OUR ELDER BROTHER. that could cheer and strengthen you, if you could see it with your mortal eyes. Jesus, who so loved little children, loves them still, and values your every effort and sacrifice. He does not
think, because you go over the same duties day by day, that they cost you nothing. He knows your every weary moment, and all your thronging cares. Let His love and sympathy help you to go bravely on. The time is coming when the little ones about you will be strong to love and strong to labor. Even here, on earth, a great reward may be in store for you! And you, busy father, sacrificing personal ambition and even the exercise of your highest mental gifts, in some plodding calling, where you win daily bread for your dear ones, what wonder that you are sometimes wearied with the journey ! Sit down, then, by the well whence the living waters are to be drawn. Look to your Heavenly Friend ! You are doing the work He has planned for you, and you have His approval. Your character is strengthened and ennobled by your every sacrifice. You have a present reward in the tender love and unbounded confidence of the helpless group entrusted to your care, and a better reward, when your earthly labors are over. There are many weary pilgrims, but all may have the same consolation. Life is indeed a
MI ISTERI G. 83 journey, but, unlike most other journeys, it has no fixed, known, and clearly appointed close. It may last for long years, it may end to-night ! What does the traveller in a strange country care for passing inconveniences when he fancies he is near his last station. He keeps watchful and ready for the change. His ears are open
for the words that may be the summons for him to leave his fellow-passengers and the comforts and discomforts of the way. Perhaps there is some friend gone before who is waiting to meet him, and eye to eye will flash love, and hand will grasp hand, telling of unchanging affection. What, indeed, to such a traveller are the small annoyances by the way? "Gird up the loins of your mind," pilgrims to a better Home ! Think of Him who has prepared a place for you in the heavenly mansions. Live much in the thought of the Friend who is to meet you "beyond the river. 7 ' So will you be insensibly fashioned into His likeness and into fitness for the Home which awaits you when life's long journey is over!
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