When the promises and injunctions mean me, I am saved.
Julia read on, "And I will give you rest." And so she drank in the passage, clause by clause, until she came to the end about an easy yoke and a light burden, and then God seemed to her so different.

She prayed for August, for now the two loves, the love for August and the love for Christ, seemed not in any way inconsistent.

She lay down saying over and over, with tears in her eyes, "rest for your souls," and "weary and heavy laden," and "come unto me," and "meek and lowly of heart," and then she settled on one word and repeated it over and over, "rest, rest, rest." The old feeling was gone.

She was no more a rebel nor an orphan.
The presence of God was not a terror but a benediction.

She had found rest for her soul, and He gave His beloved sleep.