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Robert A. Danielson Then I began to pray more earnestly that the Lord would help me and lead me. Sometimes these feelings of sadness, thought unexplainable, are the omen of a great blessing from God; at another time they may indicate disappointment and sadness, so that in either case God permits them, and prepares the heart by prayer to receive the blessing, or to endure the sorrow or disappointment. Praise His name for this. Just when I was about to turn the corner, I saw two ladies coming. I knew them, and they were on the way to the meeting. I thought, “I will let them pass, and I will follow on close behind, and go in just when they are fairly in.” I always try to avoid anything like pushing myself, or going where I was not wanted. And then I knew how sensititve many white people are about a colored person, so I always kept back. I don’t think that anybody can ever say that Amanda Smith pushed herself in where she was not wanted. I was something like the groundhog; when he sees his shadow he goes in; I always could see my shadow far enough ahead to keep out of the way. But I thought as Mr. Pearson Smith had so kindly told me that it would be all right for me to go to this meeting, that I would not be intruding; no, certainly not. When these ladies got up to me, they stopped, and spoke to me very kindly; they said, “Well, Amanda Smith, how does thee do? Is thee going to the meeting?” “Yes,” I said, “I have heard and read a good deal about the meeting, and I thought I would go to-day.” I saw they looked a little nervous or queer, so I said to them, “I met Mr. Pearson Smith the other day, and he told me to go; there would be no objection, and the meetings were very wonderful in blessing, and he thought I would enjoy them.” “Well, Amanda,” one of the ladies said, “the meeting will be very full to-day, and there will be a great many very wealthy ladies in from Germantown, and West Philadelphia, and Walnut Hills, and the meetings are especially for this class, and I think thee had better not go to-day; some other day would be better for thee.” And then they politely bowed, and went on. I never said a word. I was dumbfounded; and there I stood. I thought, “How is this? I have been praying about this meeting ever since I saw Mr. Smith, and I have been expecting a real feast to my soul today, and now these ladies feel it won’t do for me to go, because I am a colored woman, and so many of the wealthy ladies will be there. They don’t know but that the Lord may have sent a message to some of them through me.” So I said, “I will linger about till I know the meeting is well begun, then I will go and stand at the door.”

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