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Was I right? / by Mrs. O. F. Walton. 1899 [Leather Bound]
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About the author
Mrs. O.F. Walton
79 books20 followersAmy Catherine Walton, better known as Mrs O.F. Walton, was a British author of Christian children's and teenage books, mainly but not exclusively fiction. She was born Amy Catherine Deck in 1849, and died in Leigh, Kent in 1939.
Amy was the daughter of the vicar of St Stephen's Church, Spring Street, Hull.
Her career as an author began with My Mates And I, written in 1870 but not published until 1873. Her first published work was My Little Corner in 1872. In 1874 came one of her most famous books, Christie's Old Organ, which has been regularly reprinted up to the present day. It is the story of orphaned Christie and his friend, the aged organ-grinder Treffy. It was introduced to Japan in 1882 and was published in 1885 by the translation of Tajima Kashi. It was one of the earliest books in history of both Christian's and children's literature of Japan and was re-translated in 1903 and 1994.
In 1875 she married Octavius Frank Walton, who was her father's curate at the time. It was under her husband's name, as Mrs O. F. Walton, that she was to become better known. In the year of their marriage they moved to Jerusalem where Octavius took up a ministry in a church on Mount Zion until 1879. While there in 1877, her book A Peep Behind The Scenes was published. It is the story of Rosalie, a child who works in a travelling theatre.
The Waltons lived at Cally, Kirkcudbrightshire for a while, and from 1883 to 1893, Octavius was in the ministry at the church of St Thomas, York, moving to St Jude's, Wolverhampton in 1893. He retired in 1918.
Although she wrote many more books, it is A Peep Behind the Scenes and Christie's Old Organ that have remained well known, continuing to be published by the Lutterworth Press, successor to her original publisher, the Religious Tract Society.
(from Wikipedia)
Amy was the daughter of the vicar of St Stephen's Church, Spring Street, Hull.
Her career as an author began with My Mates And I, written in 1870 but not published until 1873. Her first published work was My Little Corner in 1872. In 1874 came one of her most famous books, Christie's Old Organ, which has been regularly reprinted up to the present day. It is the story of orphaned Christie and his friend, the aged organ-grinder Treffy. It was introduced to Japan in 1882 and was published in 1885 by the translation of Tajima Kashi. It was one of the earliest books in history of both Christian's and children's literature of Japan and was re-translated in 1903 and 1994.
In 1875 she married Octavius Frank Walton, who was her father's curate at the time. It was under her husband's name, as Mrs O. F. Walton, that she was to become better known. In the year of their marriage they moved to Jerusalem where Octavius took up a ministry in a church on Mount Zion until 1879. While there in 1877, her book A Peep Behind The Scenes was published. It is the story of Rosalie, a child who works in a travelling theatre.
The Waltons lived at Cally, Kirkcudbrightshire for a while, and from 1883 to 1893, Octavius was in the ministry at the church of St Thomas, York, moving to St Jude's, Wolverhampton in 1893. He retired in 1918.
Although she wrote many more books, it is A Peep Behind the Scenes and Christie's Old Organ that have remained well known, continuing to be published by the Lutterworth Press, successor to her original publisher, the Religious Tract Society.
(from Wikipedia)
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March 8, 2026
An excellent book packed with spiritual insight and goodness. I especially enjoyed the first half. Here are some selections I collected as I read, most for their Truth, a couple bc they amused me:
Horrible doubts, such as I had never known before, came crowding into my mind. "Are these things so?" was the oft-repeated question of my heart. It was a sad awakening from the trust and implicit confidence of childhood; an awakening which, perhaps, comes to every thoughtful mind, when its faith is brought into contact, for the first time, with the intellect of this world; an awakening which leads us either into the terrible region of doubt and uncertainty, or into faith, far firmer than ever before, because based, not on mere childish impressions, but on the words and the being of the eternal God.
In this state of perplexity I went to my bedroom window and looked out. It was a bright, starlight night, so I put out my candle, and sat by the window, gazing into the sky at the countless multitude of stars.
Who had made all these mighty worlds? Who was keeping them all in their places, and making them fulfil the object for which they were created?
I knew who it was; my faith in the existence of an Almighty God remained unshaken. I could never look around me on God's universe and doubt that God was.
And then, as I looked at the stars, other thoughts came-thoughts of the majesty and wisdom and power of the God who had made all these; thoughts, too, of the smallness and insignificance of our own little world-in comparison with the rest of God's great universe a mere speck in space.
And I-what was I?
Only one of the beings which inhabited this tiny world; one of the smallest and least wise of all in God's universe! Who was I, that I should say to God, "Why doest Thou this?" Who was I, that I should presume to sit in judgment on anything in God's revelation?
"His wisdom is unsearchable, His ways past finding out," was the language of my heart. I am but a little child, —how can I understand God's plans? I know so little, I understand so little, I see such a little way, either before me or behind me. How can I, then, expect to understand that which is understood fully only by God Himself?
A feeling of my utter nothingness and insignificance in God's sight came over me so powerfully that I was almost crushed by it. Who was I-what was I, that I should dare to doubt what God had in wonderful condescension revealed to me, because of the vast amount of knowledge which was too wonderful for me; so high that I could not attain unto it?
"O Lord," I said, as I looked up into the sky, "I will be content to be a little child, receiving Thy Word with childlike faith, and what my mind is too weak and small to understand fully, I will yet believe, because Thou hast told me, and because Thy Word must be true."
And even as I said the words, this verse came into my
mind:
"Now we see through a glass, darkly; but then face to face: now I know in part; but then shall I know even as also I am known."
Then the day was coming when, in another world, my mind would be strengthened to understand these difficult matters which were now perplexing me-these things which I only knew in part, and which, for this very reason, just because I only knew a part of them, seemed to me so perplexing and mysterious.
And then there was another thought which comforted me perhaps more than anything else, and it was this: I had proved the Bible to be true myself. I knew it was the Word of the God of truth by my own experience. I had prayed, and had received many an answer to my prayers. I had pleaded the promises, and had found them more than fulfilled to me in every hour of need. I had fallen back upon the grand old truths of the Bible in many a time of trouble, and had never found them fail me.
A hundred books, written by the cleverest men on earth, could not convince me that the Bible was a mere human production; for I had found in it what I had found in no other book-peace for a troubled conscience, comfort in sorrow, victory over sin.
I lay down to sleep that night reassured and comforted, and with my doubts entirely removed, and I do not remember that they ever returned to me.
And:
"But surely there are books written which would in a great
measure answer Claude's doubts?" I suggested.
"Yes, undoubtedly," said Miss Richards; "but it seems to me Claude prefers doubting, for he does not seem at all anxious to have his doubts cleared away. He does not want to have his mind satisfied, and so he either does not read books on the other side at all; or, if he reads them, he does so fully determined that his scepticism cannot be, and indeed must not be shaken. If Claude would only prayerfully desire, and prayerfully strive to have his doubts removed, I should have no fear about him."
And:
Should I be happy with one as my husband who scorned the Book I loved best on earth, who slighted and neglected the Friend who was to me the chiefest among ten thousand?
Should I be happy with no family prayer in my household, with no reading of the Word of God, and with religious topics for ever banished, because husband and wife thought so differently about them? Would the love between us be perfect, the confidence unsullied, when there was one subject
—and that one the subject nearest to my heart-on which we had no communion; one Name, and that one the Name above every name, which neither of us ever mentioned to each other? Should I be really happy, really contented with such a state of things?
And:
Because the work is not done, we are not
yet fit for the Temple-a rough stone would be a disfigurement to God's beautiful building—each stone must be cut, and chipped, and faced, and squared after it is hewn out of the rock. Our bad tempers, and habits, and unholy thoughts must all, by degrees, be done away with. It is a work of time and patience; and it is not always pleasant to feel the pick and the chisel at work on us, but it is such a comfort to know in whose Hand the tool is, and that He can make no mistakes."
And:
"the Lord never overlooks or forgets any self-denial for His name's sake. You chose His love, His favour, His smile, in preference to an earthly affection; you chose to forsake an earthly love for His sake, and He did not forget it. I am sure those words of our Lord's are true, May:
''There is no man that hath left house, or brethren, or sisters, or father, or mother, or wife, or children, or lands' (in short, anything dear to his heart), for My sake, but he shall receive an hundredfold in this present time;' or, as another Gospel has it, 'manifold more in this present time.''
And:
How much there was to talk of during those few days, and how many times we said the words, "Do you remember?" I have heard it said that when we use those three words it is a proof that we are talking to friends and not to strangers. To strangers we can never say, "Do you remember?" But to friends, to those who have gone side by side with us along any part of the pathway of life, how often we say to them, "Do you remember this?" "Do you remember that?" And how pleasant it is to recall first one thing and then another in the past, and to talk it over together!
I think this will be one of the pleasures of heaven. We shall often there, I think, use those three words, "Do you remember?" as we go over together in memory all the way that the Lord our God has led us, and as we recall the many proofs of His love, His goodness, and His wisdom, that we enjoyed together on earth.
And:
And then I remembered the peace which had followed, and how, for days afterwards, life had been entirely new to me, and my thoughts, and feelings, and wishes had been entirely different from what they were before. And since that time, though I had very often grown careless and indifferent, still I had never been happy when I was not walking closely with God, and I had always longed at such times to be back in the sunshine and light of His presence again. So then it seemed as if the command in the text did apply to me.
And:
The Master's call-"Come out from among them." The
Master's promise-"I will receive you."
If He said, "Go out from among them," it would have been so much harder to obey. But He does not say "Go," but
"Come"-Come out; come to Me-"I will receive you."
Come out to Me, and I will be a Father unto you, and you shall be My children, My sons and My daughters. Come out to Me; come out, not unto loneliness, and orphanhood, and desolation, but come out to Me, to a Father's love, to a Father's sympathy, to a Father's home. Come and be My sons and daughters, the sons and daughters of a King-the King of kings. Come then out from among them. Leave that transient, earthly affection, which is, as it were, but for a moment. Come to Me, and I will receive you, and will give you far more than what you will have to leave behind, far more than you have ever even hoped for from the purest of earthly loves. I will give you Myself-My love, My everlasting love, My soul-satisfying love.
And:
Small matters, even the most insignificant trifles, became great events to the sisters. If one of the cows or horses took cold, or if a tree was blown down in the garden, or if the rooks built a new nest in the plantation, it was the topic of conversation for days.
And:
"What kind of reading do you mean?" I inquired.
"Oh, history and geography, and all such things; I never could bear them. What is the good of knowing who Henry VIII.'s wives were, and which of them he beheaded; and nearly giving oneself brain fever in trying to remember what relation John of Gaunt was to everybody else."
"I am very fond of history," I said; "I think some parts are quite as interesting as a story-book."
"Oh dear, oh dear!" she said. "You are talking just like the brown alpaca dress! I shall expect you to pull the spectacles out of your pocket in a minute."
And then I could do nothing but laugh, and in a moment she had changed the conversation, and was rattling on about something else.
And:
“But does it not require very great wisdom in speaking to
others?" I asked.
"Undoubtedly," he said; "there is a time to speak, and a time to keep silence."
"But with me, Mr. Claremont," I said, "it always seems the time to keep silence."
"Have you been looking out for an opportunity?" he said. "Ready to speak and longing to speak, whenever and as soon as God shall give you one?"
"Hardly that," I said; "I have often thought I ought to speak, but have always persuaded myself that it was not the right time to do it."
"Ah!" he said. "Perhaps if you look carefully within, Miss Lindsay, you will find that at the bottom of it all there has been a little cowardice, a little unwillingness to be brave for the Master's sake-please forgive me for saying so-but I have often found it so myself. Often, when I have neglected speaking to others about their souls, I have found that it was not from want of opportunity, but from want of courage to use the opportunities that were given me."
"Yes," I said, "I believe you are right."
"Pray for opportunities to be given you, be on the look-out for opportunities, and use the opportunities as soon as ever they occur, and you will, I am sure, Miss Lindsay, find that there is indeed a time to speak, as well as a time to be silent."
Horrible doubts, such as I had never known before, came crowding into my mind. "Are these things so?" was the oft-repeated question of my heart. It was a sad awakening from the trust and implicit confidence of childhood; an awakening which, perhaps, comes to every thoughtful mind, when its faith is brought into contact, for the first time, with the intellect of this world; an awakening which leads us either into the terrible region of doubt and uncertainty, or into faith, far firmer than ever before, because based, not on mere childish impressions, but on the words and the being of the eternal God.
In this state of perplexity I went to my bedroom window and looked out. It was a bright, starlight night, so I put out my candle, and sat by the window, gazing into the sky at the countless multitude of stars.
Who had made all these mighty worlds? Who was keeping them all in their places, and making them fulfil the object for which they were created?
I knew who it was; my faith in the existence of an Almighty God remained unshaken. I could never look around me on God's universe and doubt that God was.
And then, as I looked at the stars, other thoughts came-thoughts of the majesty and wisdom and power of the God who had made all these; thoughts, too, of the smallness and insignificance of our own little world-in comparison with the rest of God's great universe a mere speck in space.
And I-what was I?
Only one of the beings which inhabited this tiny world; one of the smallest and least wise of all in God's universe! Who was I, that I should say to God, "Why doest Thou this?" Who was I, that I should presume to sit in judgment on anything in God's revelation?
"His wisdom is unsearchable, His ways past finding out," was the language of my heart. I am but a little child, —how can I understand God's plans? I know so little, I understand so little, I see such a little way, either before me or behind me. How can I, then, expect to understand that which is understood fully only by God Himself?
A feeling of my utter nothingness and insignificance in God's sight came over me so powerfully that I was almost crushed by it. Who was I-what was I, that I should dare to doubt what God had in wonderful condescension revealed to me, because of the vast amount of knowledge which was too wonderful for me; so high that I could not attain unto it?
"O Lord," I said, as I looked up into the sky, "I will be content to be a little child, receiving Thy Word with childlike faith, and what my mind is too weak and small to understand fully, I will yet believe, because Thou hast told me, and because Thy Word must be true."
And even as I said the words, this verse came into my
mind:
"Now we see through a glass, darkly; but then face to face: now I know in part; but then shall I know even as also I am known."
Then the day was coming when, in another world, my mind would be strengthened to understand these difficult matters which were now perplexing me-these things which I only knew in part, and which, for this very reason, just because I only knew a part of them, seemed to me so perplexing and mysterious.
And then there was another thought which comforted me perhaps more than anything else, and it was this: I had proved the Bible to be true myself. I knew it was the Word of the God of truth by my own experience. I had prayed, and had received many an answer to my prayers. I had pleaded the promises, and had found them more than fulfilled to me in every hour of need. I had fallen back upon the grand old truths of the Bible in many a time of trouble, and had never found them fail me.
A hundred books, written by the cleverest men on earth, could not convince me that the Bible was a mere human production; for I had found in it what I had found in no other book-peace for a troubled conscience, comfort in sorrow, victory over sin.
I lay down to sleep that night reassured and comforted, and with my doubts entirely removed, and I do not remember that they ever returned to me.
And:
"But surely there are books written which would in a great
measure answer Claude's doubts?" I suggested.
"Yes, undoubtedly," said Miss Richards; "but it seems to me Claude prefers doubting, for he does not seem at all anxious to have his doubts cleared away. He does not want to have his mind satisfied, and so he either does not read books on the other side at all; or, if he reads them, he does so fully determined that his scepticism cannot be, and indeed must not be shaken. If Claude would only prayerfully desire, and prayerfully strive to have his doubts removed, I should have no fear about him."
And:
Should I be happy with one as my husband who scorned the Book I loved best on earth, who slighted and neglected the Friend who was to me the chiefest among ten thousand?
Should I be happy with no family prayer in my household, with no reading of the Word of God, and with religious topics for ever banished, because husband and wife thought so differently about them? Would the love between us be perfect, the confidence unsullied, when there was one subject
—and that one the subject nearest to my heart-on which we had no communion; one Name, and that one the Name above every name, which neither of us ever mentioned to each other? Should I be really happy, really contented with such a state of things?
And:
Because the work is not done, we are not
yet fit for the Temple-a rough stone would be a disfigurement to God's beautiful building—each stone must be cut, and chipped, and faced, and squared after it is hewn out of the rock. Our bad tempers, and habits, and unholy thoughts must all, by degrees, be done away with. It is a work of time and patience; and it is not always pleasant to feel the pick and the chisel at work on us, but it is such a comfort to know in whose Hand the tool is, and that He can make no mistakes."
And:
"the Lord never overlooks or forgets any self-denial for His name's sake. You chose His love, His favour, His smile, in preference to an earthly affection; you chose to forsake an earthly love for His sake, and He did not forget it. I am sure those words of our Lord's are true, May:
''There is no man that hath left house, or brethren, or sisters, or father, or mother, or wife, or children, or lands' (in short, anything dear to his heart), for My sake, but he shall receive an hundredfold in this present time;' or, as another Gospel has it, 'manifold more in this present time.''
And:
How much there was to talk of during those few days, and how many times we said the words, "Do you remember?" I have heard it said that when we use those three words it is a proof that we are talking to friends and not to strangers. To strangers we can never say, "Do you remember?" But to friends, to those who have gone side by side with us along any part of the pathway of life, how often we say to them, "Do you remember this?" "Do you remember that?" And how pleasant it is to recall first one thing and then another in the past, and to talk it over together!
I think this will be one of the pleasures of heaven. We shall often there, I think, use those three words, "Do you remember?" as we go over together in memory all the way that the Lord our God has led us, and as we recall the many proofs of His love, His goodness, and His wisdom, that we enjoyed together on earth.
And:
And then I remembered the peace which had followed, and how, for days afterwards, life had been entirely new to me, and my thoughts, and feelings, and wishes had been entirely different from what they were before. And since that time, though I had very often grown careless and indifferent, still I had never been happy when I was not walking closely with God, and I had always longed at such times to be back in the sunshine and light of His presence again. So then it seemed as if the command in the text did apply to me.
And:
The Master's call-"Come out from among them." The
Master's promise-"I will receive you."
If He said, "Go out from among them," it would have been so much harder to obey. But He does not say "Go," but
"Come"-Come out; come to Me-"I will receive you."
Come out to Me, and I will be a Father unto you, and you shall be My children, My sons and My daughters. Come out to Me; come out, not unto loneliness, and orphanhood, and desolation, but come out to Me, to a Father's love, to a Father's sympathy, to a Father's home. Come and be My sons and daughters, the sons and daughters of a King-the King of kings. Come then out from among them. Leave that transient, earthly affection, which is, as it were, but for a moment. Come to Me, and I will receive you, and will give you far more than what you will have to leave behind, far more than you have ever even hoped for from the purest of earthly loves. I will give you Myself-My love, My everlasting love, My soul-satisfying love.
And:
Small matters, even the most insignificant trifles, became great events to the sisters. If one of the cows or horses took cold, or if a tree was blown down in the garden, or if the rooks built a new nest in the plantation, it was the topic of conversation for days.
And:
"What kind of reading do you mean?" I inquired.
"Oh, history and geography, and all such things; I never could bear them. What is the good of knowing who Henry VIII.'s wives were, and which of them he beheaded; and nearly giving oneself brain fever in trying to remember what relation John of Gaunt was to everybody else."
"I am very fond of history," I said; "I think some parts are quite as interesting as a story-book."
"Oh dear, oh dear!" she said. "You are talking just like the brown alpaca dress! I shall expect you to pull the spectacles out of your pocket in a minute."
And then I could do nothing but laugh, and in a moment she had changed the conversation, and was rattling on about something else.
And:
“But does it not require very great wisdom in speaking to
others?" I asked.
"Undoubtedly," he said; "there is a time to speak, and a time to keep silence."
"But with me, Mr. Claremont," I said, "it always seems the time to keep silence."
"Have you been looking out for an opportunity?" he said. "Ready to speak and longing to speak, whenever and as soon as God shall give you one?"
"Hardly that," I said; "I have often thought I ought to speak, but have always persuaded myself that it was not the right time to do it."
"Ah!" he said. "Perhaps if you look carefully within, Miss Lindsay, you will find that at the bottom of it all there has been a little cowardice, a little unwillingness to be brave for the Master's sake-please forgive me for saying so-but I have often found it so myself. Often, when I have neglected speaking to others about their souls, I have found that it was not from want of opportunity, but from want of courage to use the opportunities that were given me."
"Yes," I said, "I believe you are right."
"Pray for opportunities to be given you, be on the look-out for opportunities, and use the opportunities as soon as ever they occur, and you will, I am sure, Miss Lindsay, find that there is indeed a time to speak, as well as a time to be silent."
November 26, 2025
I very much liked this book. It was the perfect time for me to read it. Enjoyable and very encouraging. O.F. Walton is turning into an old friend.
March 6, 2026
"I will be content to receive Thy Word with childlike faith, and what my mind is too weak and small to understand fully, I will yet believe, because Thou hast told me, and because Thy Word must be true." A hundred books, written by the cleverest men on earth, could not convince me that the Bible was a mere human production, for I had found in it what I had found in no other book -- peace for a troubled conscience, comfort in sorrow, victory over sin."
Oh my, was this book good for my soul! I can’t express how many times I gasped as the author not only expressed her faith, but lead someone to the Lord in such an eloquent way! Only in one other fiction book can I recall this kind of powerful, logical articulation of the truths of salvation.
LThe story is about May Lindsay, a young woman left with nothing when her father died, except her two half sisters. They were taken in by their aunts and she was left to find a living on her own. But first she had to answer two letters. One was regarding a position that she could take as a companion to a sickly young woman, and the other was a marriage proposal from her best childhood friend.
With much prayer, she answered both of those letters changing her life forever.
The author, Mrs. O.F. Walton, was born in England in the mid-1800s. This book was first published in 1879. She had been living and serving in Jerusalem at the time with her pastor husband. At some point in the book our main character's feeble companion needed to leave England for her health. Their destination was Jerusalem for its dry, warmer winter months. As I read the character's experiences traveling around Jerusalem I can see now why it was much more experiential and less like a tour guide's dialogue. It brought life to a very different nineteenth century Jerusalem than what we could experience now.
The name of the book is a bit confusing. The question, "Was I right?" was stated about 3/4 of the way through the book when May was pondering her companion's possible attraction to a man. It hardly seemed relevant to the whole story, but apparently the author thought so.
In truth, that’s neither here nor there. I just think about titles a lot.
But may I reiterate, what an amazing little book this was? Older, obviously a period novel, but charming and wonderful! One I highly recommend to anyone!
Oh my, was this book good for my soul! I can’t express how many times I gasped as the author not only expressed her faith, but lead someone to the Lord in such an eloquent way! Only in one other fiction book can I recall this kind of powerful, logical articulation of the truths of salvation.
LThe story is about May Lindsay, a young woman left with nothing when her father died, except her two half sisters. They were taken in by their aunts and she was left to find a living on her own. But first she had to answer two letters. One was regarding a position that she could take as a companion to a sickly young woman, and the other was a marriage proposal from her best childhood friend.
With much prayer, she answered both of those letters changing her life forever.
The author, Mrs. O.F. Walton, was born in England in the mid-1800s. This book was first published in 1879. She had been living and serving in Jerusalem at the time with her pastor husband. At some point in the book our main character's feeble companion needed to leave England for her health. Their destination was Jerusalem for its dry, warmer winter months. As I read the character's experiences traveling around Jerusalem I can see now why it was much more experiential and less like a tour guide's dialogue. It brought life to a very different nineteenth century Jerusalem than what we could experience now.
The name of the book is a bit confusing. The question, "Was I right?" was stated about 3/4 of the way through the book when May was pondering her companion's possible attraction to a man. It hardly seemed relevant to the whole story, but apparently the author thought so.
In truth, that’s neither here nor there. I just think about titles a lot.
But may I reiterate, what an amazing little book this was? Older, obviously a period novel, but charming and wonderful! One I highly recommend to anyone!
December 23, 2025
This was an encouraging read!
To follow my heart or to follow God?
To mortify my flesh or to obey His Word?
To trust myself or to put my confidence and faith in Christ?
Such are the questions that plague a Christian.
The struggle is real, but so is the grace that meets us in it. In the end,the answer is always the same: choose Christ, saints! He is worthy!
To follow my heart or to follow God?
To mortify my flesh or to obey His Word?
To trust myself or to put my confidence and faith in Christ?
Such are the questions that plague a Christian.
The struggle is real, but so is the grace that meets us in it. In the end,the answer is always the same: choose Christ, saints! He is worthy!
May 27, 2021
Historical Christian novel. The whole book was on sacrificing
to honour the Lord and the plan of salvation to all that
The lead person was able to lead to the Lord. No cussing and
no sexual contact.
to honour the Lord and the plan of salvation to all that
The lead person was able to lead to the Lord. No cussing and
no sexual contact.
October 15, 2020
Love it!
I read another book by Mrs. O F Walton and knew I wanted to read more! This is a great Christian story with so many great scenes about salvation and the way to heaven!
I read another book by Mrs. O F Walton and knew I wanted to read more! This is a great Christian story with so many great scenes about salvation and the way to heaven!
April 14, 2026
I love how clearly the case against believers marrying unbelievers is presented as well as the interesting turns in the story. Quite enjoyable!
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