FOREWORD
It was our privilege to spend a number of years in the mission fields of the Orient—Japan and Korea, but the trying climate and overstrain of heavy work caused my dear husband’s health to fail, and we were compelled to return to the homeland, where for six years a battle was waged between life and death.
“Then cometh Satan,” tempting us to faint under the pressure, but each time when the testings had reached their utmost limit, God would illumine some old and familiar text, or a helpful book or tract would providentially fall into our hands, which contained just the message needed at the moment.
One day, while walking along the seashore, wondering almost if “God had forgotten to be gracious,” a little leaflet lay at our feet. We picked it up and read, “God smiles on His child in the eye of the storm,” and we caught anew a glimpse of His loving face.
“His choicest cordials were kept for our deepest faintings,” and we have been held in His strong, loving arms these trying years till we have learned to love our desert, because of His wonderful presence with us.
Our own trouble has drawn to us hundreds of troubled hearts and we have tried to “comfort them with the same comfort wherewith we have been comforted of God.” For a period of three years we have passed on these daily messages to the readers of God’s Revivalist, and the numbers of requests that have come for them in book form have led to the publication of Streams in the Desert. The book is sent forth with a prayer that many a weary, way-worn traveler may drink therefrom and be refreshed.
