A little boy, four years old, ran into his mother’s bedroom one morning to tell her something, but found her upon her knees engaged in prayer. His mother said, “Go away, my dear, for I am talking to Jesus.”
This obedient child at once went towards the door, but just then something came into his heart. He crept softly back on tiptoe, and putting his little hand on his mother’s shoulder, whispered, “Mamma, please give my love to Him.”
ML 05/17/1959