J.N. LOUGHBOROUGH IN IOWA
Ellen White stood quietly in front of the icy window watching the rain pelt down on the snow-crusted ground. It had been raining for 24 hours and much of the snow that had made for good sleighing was beginning to melt into the ground and give way to icy sleet. She was anxious. Her mind went back to the conversations she had had that afternoon with her husband and others regarding the journey they were about to undertake. She knew they must go. She hadn’t been directly instructed to go but the burden to do so lay heavy on her heart. The vision she had seen and the instructions she had been given concerning the state of the Sabbath-keeping families in Iowa pressed against her heart.
“We must go” she murmured to herself, her eyes intently taking in the icy rain.
The ground had been perfect for sleighing just 24 hours ago and they had made arrangements to travel to Waukon in a horse-drawn sleigh but then the rain had started.
Freezing. Pelting. Incessant.
Her husband had been inclined to abandon the journey altogether but she couldn’t bring herself to do that. Her mind had closed around the situation in Iowa like a steel trap that refused to be pried open.
Josiah Hart had watched the rain with her that afternoon and turning to her had asked “Sister White? What about Waukon?”
To which she had firmly replied “we will go”
“Yes” Josiah had agreed still eyeing the rain “if the Lord works a miracle”
Standing at the window Ellen kept watching the rain. Dawn was just beginning to break over the eastern horizon, lighting up the sky with a palette of pink and purple when Ellen noticed a change in the incessant patter of rain. Instead of the steady thrum of water, she was greeted with the silent steady flow of thick fat snowflakes.
Ellen’s heart skipped a beat. It was snowing and that meant they could go to Iowa!