"My love do not feel well?"
"Yes I do, Juanita — I am only tired. Have you done washing?"
"It is all done. I am ready for whatever my love pleases."
"Isn't washing very disagreeable work, Juanita?"
"I do not think what it be, while it is mine," the woman said,
contentedly. "All is good work that I can do for the Lord."
"But _that_ work, Juanita? How can you do that work so?"
"When the Lord gives work, He give it to be done for Him.
Bless the Lord!"
"I do not understand, though, Juanita. Please tell me. How can
you?"
"Miss Daisy, I don't know. I can do it with pleasure, because
it is my Lord's command. I can do it with thanksgiving,
because He has given me the strength and the power. And I can
do it the best I can, so as nobody shall find fault in His
servant. And then, Miss Daisy, I can do it to get money to
send His blessed word to them that sit in darkness — where I
come from. And I can do it with prayer, asking my Lord to make
my heart clean for His glory; like as I make soiled things
white again. And I do it with joy, because I know the Lord
hear my prayer."
"I think you are very happy, Juanita," said Daisy.
"When the Lord leads to living fountains of waters, then no
more thirsting," — said the black woman, expressively.
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