As an old woman I find myself often in a quiet reverie, pondering the countless blessings of my long life, and marveling at the way the Lord God has led me. I think very often of my lovely mother, who sang to us—“Jesus, tender Shepherd hear me,” and “I went to visit a friend one day—,” and of my earnest father, who taught us the great hymns of the faith such as “Great Is Thy Faithfulness” and “It Is Well With My Soul.” We six Howard children were well acquainted with missionaries. . .
