yet your heavenly Father feedeth them. Are ye not much better than they? ... But seek
ye first the kingdom of God, and his righteousness; and all these things shall be added
unto you.
"As I prayed and as I read those words, a miracle happened: my nervous tension fell
away. My anxieties, fears, and worries were transformed into heart-warming courage
and hope and triumphant faith.
"I was happy, even though I didn't have enough money to pay my hotel bill. I went to
bed and slept soundly-free from care-as I had not done for many years.
"Next morning, I could hardly hold myself back until the offices of my prospects were
open. I approached the office door of my first prospect that beautiful, cold, rainy day with
a bold and positive stride. I turned the doorknob with a firm and steady grip. As I
entered, I made a beeline for my man, energetically, chin up, and with appropriate
dignity, all smiles, and saying: 'Good morning, Mr. Smith! I'm John R. Anthony of the All-
American Lawbook Company!'
" 'Oh, yes, yes,' he replied, smiling, too, as he rose from his chair with outstretched
hand. 'I'm glad to see you. Have a seat!'
"I made more sales that day than I had made in weeks. That evening I proudly returned
to my hotel like a conquering hero! I felt like a new man. And I was a new man, because
I had a new and victorious mental attitude. No dinner of hot milk that night. No, sir! I had
a steak with all the fixin's. From that day on, my sales zoomed.
"I was born anew that desperate night twenty-one years ago in a little hotel in Amarillo,
Texas. My outward situation the next day was the same as it had been through my
weeks of failure, but a tremendous thing had happened inside me. I had suddenly
become aware of my relationship with God. A mere man alone can easily be defeated,
but a man alive with the power of God within him is invincible. I know. I saw it work in my
own life.
" 'Ask, and it shall be given you; seek, and ye shall find; knock, and it shall be opened
unto you.' "
When Mrs. L. G. Beaird, of 1421 8th Street, Highland, Illinois, was faced with stark
tragedy, she discovered that she could find peace and tranquility by kneeling down and
saying: "0 Lord, Thy will, not mine, be done."
"One evening our telephone rang," she writes in a letter that I have before me now. "It
rang fourteen times before I had the courage to pick up the receiver. I knew it must be
the hospital, and I was terrified. I feared that our little boy was dying. He had meningitis.
He had already been given penicillin, but it made his temperature fluctuate, and the
doctor feared that the disease had travelled to his brain and might cause the
development of a brain tumour-and death. The phone call was just what I feared. The
hospital was calling; the doctor wanted us to come immediately.
"Maybe you can picture the anguish my husband and I went through, sitting in the
waiting-room. Everyone else had his baby, but we sat there with empty arms, wondering
if we would ever hold our little fellow again. When we were finally called into the doctor's
private office, the expression on his face filled our heart with terror. His words brought
even more terror. He told us that there was only one chance in four that our baby would
live. He said that if we knew another doctor, to please call him in on the case.