Hinds’ Feet on High Places is a story of endurance, persistence, and reliance on God. This book has inspired millions to become sure-footed in their faith – even when facing the rockiest terrain.
HANNAH HURNARD
Much-afraid woke early All her fears were gone Love was planted deeply Songs of joy, now her song Thoughts of the Shepherd Caused her glad heart to stir Love no longer measured Disfigurements, now blur Knocking at the door Old Fears hard to dismiss Love could win the war If Much-Afraid weren't remiss Bound by all her Fears The Shepherds call grew faint Blurred by all the tears Much-Afraid thought it too late "Help!" cried Much-Afraid Mrs. Valiant came in haste, "Fears, Ye shall not invade. You must now be replaced."
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Much-Afraid woke early the next morning and all her fears were gone. Her first thought was, “Probably sometime today I am to start for the High Places with the Shepherd.” It seemed to her that ever since the seed of Love had been planted in her heart, songs of joy were welling up in her innermost being.
The morning wore on and still He had not come, but just after midday something else came; an invasion by her terrible relatives… The whole gang talked on and on, while poor Much-Afraid sat cowering in their midst, almost too dazed to know what they were saying and suggesting. Just as they they had hoped, they were gradually bringing her to a state of bewilderment and incoherent fear.
As she sat listening in the cottage, Much-Afraid knew with a pang of agonizing pain that the Shepherd was calling her to go with him to the mountains…. now, here she was locked insider how own cottage, beleaguered by her terrible Fears and unable to respond in any way to his call or even to give any sign of her need.
…for suddenly she heard the voice of Mrs. Valiant, her neighbor in the cottage next door. At the sound, Much-Afraid braced herself for one last desperate bid for escape… Mrs. Valiant was not the sort of person to be the least intimidated by what she called, “a pack of idle Fears.” Thrusting her face right in through the window, she cried in a threatening voice, “Out of this house you go, this minute, every one of you. If you have not left in three seconds, I shall call the Chief Shepherd. This cottage belongs to him, and won’t you catch it if he finds you here.”
Hannah Hurnard, Hinds’ Feet on High Places, Chapter Two.
