In a farm house at some distance from any town, lived two dear children of God with their one little girl of about three years of age. They were not rich in this world’s goods, and their house was small, having only one bedroom in it, but they dearly loved the Lord Jesus, and their hearts were large.
One night, quite late, a servant of the Lord Jesus knocked at the door, and asked for shelter and a night’s rest. Most gladly they took him in, and gave him the only bed there was in the house, well pleased for the sake of Him he served, to put up with the personal inconvenience it gave them.
Their little girl was fast asleep in the cot at the bottom of the bed when they showed their guest where he was to rest. With care, so as not to wake the little sleeper, lie undressed and went to bed.
In the morning quite early he woke, and lay thinking of the Lord and His love. Suddenly a little white figure stood up in the cot at the bottom of the bed, and looked over, expecting to see the well-known faces usually there. To her amazement, a strange face looked upon her. Their eyes met. Like a statue for a moment she stood gazing with a fascinated look of fear. Then the little frame quivered with excitement, and the startled look gave place to one of deep inquiry. The little lips parted, and in lisping words she quietly asked,
“Do you love Jesus?”
“Yes, my child, Jesus is my Master,” fell softly on her ear.
Her face settled into a look of happy repose, and without another word she lay down in her cot again, covered herself, and went off to sleep.
How sweet the name of Jesus sounds, in a believer’s ear!
It soothes his sorrows, heals his wounds,
And drives away his fear.
ML 10/11/1936