Between Bath and Bristol I was earnestly desired to turn aside and call at the house of
a poor man, William Shalwood. I found him and his wife sick in one bed, and with small
hopes of the recovery of either. Yet (after prayer) I believed they would “not die, but live,
and declare the loving-kindness of the Lord.” The next time I called he was sitting downstairs,
and his wife able to go abroad.
As soon as we came into the house at Bristol, my soul was lightened of her load, of that insufferable weight which had lain upon my mind, more or less, for several days. On Sunday, several of our friends from Wales and other parts joined with us in the great sacrifice of thanksgiving. And every day we found more and more cause to praise God and to give Him thanks for His still increasing benefits.
Monday, February 18.—I set out with Richard Moss from London for Newcastle.
The Journal of John Wesley
As soon as we came into the house at Bristol, my soul was lightened of her load, of that insufferable weight which had lain upon my mind, more or less, for several days. On Sunday, several of our friends from Wales and other parts joined with us in the great sacrifice of thanksgiving. And every day we found more and more cause to praise God and to give Him thanks for His still increasing benefits.
Monday, February 18.—I set out with Richard Moss from London for Newcastle.
The Journal of John Wesley
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