W. Y. Fullerton

A woman was famed for her sanctity and her beautiful life. When people visited her town, if they were interested in divine things, they almost always went to see her. One day someone went to see her, and when he was ushered into her room, he said. “I am so glad to see you; you are the woman of the strong faith.” “No sir,” she replied. “But” he said, “everyone tells me what great things you have done.” “No, I am the woman of weak faith in the strong Saviour.”