I Prayed All Day For Help
by the American Sunday-School Union
It was a beautiful evening early in June. The
air was cool and pleasant. The trees and shrubs
were covered with luxuriant foliage, and the roses
were in their opening beauty. The frogs were
croaking in the pond, and the birds singing on the
trees. The sun had just sunk beneath the horizon.
The clouds which lingered around his pathway received
his parting rays, and were most gorgeously
decorated with the richest of his colouring.
Willie walked about the lawn, his face lighted up
with a smile, and his dark gray eye bright with
happiness. His heart was attuned to harmony with
all nature around him, and he would frequently
look up to his mother, who sat by the open window,
enjoying the delightful evening. Presently Willie
came, and stood by her side.
"How happy I am this evening!" he said to her.
She put her arm around him, and drew him towards
"What makes you so happy?" she inquired.
"Because I have been trying to control my temper,
I suppose"—was his answer.
"You have not been angry to-day, have you?"
"Did you pray about it, Willie?"
"Yes, mother. I prayed all day for help."
"How did you pray?"
"I said, Forgive my sins, and give me a new
"God heard your prayers, and he has helped you
to control your temper. God always hears prayer,
and helps those who ask his aid. I hope you will
never forget to pray for what you need," said his
mother. Willie smiled, and kissed her, and went
out of doors again to enjoy the evening—
"So cool, so calm, so bright."
Willie is generally a good boy, but he has a quick
temper. When three or four years old, he would
sometimes get very angry. I have even known
him to throw things at children with whom he was
playing, if they did any thing to offend him. He
did so one day when his mother was from home.
She was much grieved when she heard it, and talked
seriously with him. It made a deep impression on
his mind. He speaks of it now with great solemnity,
and asks his mother if she remembers it. He feels
that he committed a great sin. He knows it is wrong
to let his temper govern his reason, and he is struggling
to control himself. I think he will succeed.
I knew his grandfather when I was a little girl,
and I remember hearing him say that he was naturally
quick-tempered; but, although I lived in the
same house with him, and saw him under a great
variety of circumstances, I never heard him speak a
hasty word. I hope Willie will obtain as perfect
control over himself, and, if he lives to manhood,
that his friends will be able to say of him what I
can say of his grandfather.
Willie was, at one time, playing with some children,
and found he was growing angry. He immediately
left them, and sat down on the stairs alone.
Pretty soon they followed him. He did not feel
entirely good-natured, so he again left them, and
went into the library. He shut the door and prayed
to his Father in heaven for strength to conquer
himself. He remained there alone till he felt he
had obtained the victory.
Willie is not the only little boy who has a quick
temper, and I tell this story about him for the sake
of the dear children who sometimes get angry. I
hope, like Willie, they will learn to go to God for
help, and then, like his, their countenances will be
radiant with gladness; and they, too, can say,
"How happy I am!"
"An angry man stirreth up strife, and a furious
man aboundeth in transgression."
"He that is slow to anger is better than the
mighty; and he that ruleth his spirit than he that
taketh a city."
"He that hath no rule over his own spirit, is like
a city that is broken down, and without walls."