"On the third day of my new, I was sitting on my bed reading my bible. I had now reached Nehemiah. I felt very sorry for him and understood why he wept and mourned when he heard about Jerusalem in its great need and could do nothing about it. He was a sort of butler and had to obey his employer just like I did, I thought. Then I turned to the second chapter. 'But he did go on,' I exclaimed aloud, and got up, a strange elation within me. 'He went in spite of everything!'
As if someone was in the room, a voice said clearly, 'Gladys Aylward, is Nehemiah's God your God?'
'Yes, of course!' I replied.
'Then do what Nehemiah did, and go.'
'But I am not Nehemiah.'
'No, but assuredly, I am his God.'
That settled everything...