Sister Drusilla Hendricks, a visitor from Richmond, arose and addressed the meeting: Would rather sit and listen to her sisters but was always willing to bear her testimony to the truth and offer a cheering word; felt the necessity of living so as to have the prayer of faith continually in her heart; had realized the importance of it in past days; had worked day and night to support her family and pay her tithing when there was nothing else to sustain her but the prayer of faith and the consolation given in answer to it.13
After her husband was shot down in Missouri and then dragged about by the merciless mob when unable to help himself,14 and they were driven from their home, when a call was made for volunteers to go in the Battalion she was so indignant at the way in which the Mormons had been treated she said her boy could not go, and kept him from making any preparations until the morning the company was to start.15 Then, as she watched him go into the tall, wet grass which surrounded their encampment, to bring up the cow, the thought occurred to her, how easily he might be taken from her by death occasioned by the exposures and hardships he had to encounter remaining with her16—and then, how she should meditate, had he gone in the Battalion it might not have been! But again the feeling returned, “I cannot let him go!” Then came a peculiar sensation and it was as though a voice said to her, “Do you not want the highest glory?” She answered naturally, “Yes,” and the voice continued, “How do you think to gain it save by making the greatest sacrifices?” She questioned—“Lord, what lack I yet?”17 “Let the son go in the Battalion,” was the answer received, but she argued, “It is too late now, they are starting—and besides, he is too young and not able to carry arms.” Her heart was greatly disturbed.
Presently her boy came with the cow, and soon after came a man crying, “Turn out and volunteer to go in the Battalion—we lack a number of men yet, but we do not wish to press anyone.”18 She wanted her cow for a screen just then, and taking a bucket she knelt by the cow as if to milk, but in reality to pray. Her prayer was, “Lord, if you want my son, take him, only let him be restored to me again as was the son of Abraham,” and the answer came in spirit—“So shall it be, even as thou hast said.”19 She arose and with the help of some of her neighbors quickly prepared her boy and sent him from her with the firm conviction that God would be as good as his word and restore her son to her again. During his absence it was her constant labor to pray for him, and he was restored to her as a recompense for her faithfulness.20 So it will be with us all; we have to make sacrifices, but if done in meekness, with an eye single to the glory of God, we will never fail to reap a rich reward.21
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