A terrible accident befell our little Lizzie last fall. She was thrown from a horse, dragged several blocks, and was unconscious most of the time for three days. She seemed to recover from this; but for the last four or five months she has had a cough, and most of the time she has been very miserable. She would complain of pain in the head, which she carried forward or on one side, and said it felt as though it would drop off. She also complained of soreness of the spine, just below the neck. She had a gathering in her head, and afterwards much pain in ears and teeth. I write thus minutely to show you how ill she was. After receiving your last letter, which I have read and re-read to understand the Truth, I said to her one day: "Lizzie, you are perfectly well, and now I will tell you why. All your strength is from God, and your Life is God. You can do nothing except as He gives you strength to do it. Know that God is perfect, and that His strength is perfect strength. There can be no imperfection or weakness in you. He created you perfect, in His own image and likeness." This, and much more, was said to her, and she said she understood it.
That day, a physician, a near neighbor, said he would prepare a tonic for her. He left the bottle at the house, but it has never been opened. This occurred about three weeks ago, and a greater transformation I never witnessed. She seems as well as ever, eats heartily, plays, and acts like herself. The first few days I watched her closely, and when I would say, "Lizzie, you feel all right, do you not?" She would always answer, "I am all right, anyway." I have since asked her if her head had ached since our conversation. She said: "Once or twice it commenced to ache; but I thought of what you told me, and the ache stopped at once." Before, she looked like a corpse,—so frail and lifeless. Now she is full of life, and looks as well as ever. I think it is perfectly wonderful.
