Look Unto Me
Mrs. Pratt came home full of joy from the gospel meeting one evening. She was saved. Her burden was gone and she was rejoicing in her Saviour.
She was so happy that she woke up Freddie, her little boy, and told him the glad news. She even read to him the verses of Scripture that had been blessed to her own soul. Freddie was a bright little fellow and was delighted to see his mother so happy, for she was naturally of a sorrowful spirit.
When Mrs. Pratt got up the next morning, sad to say, her joy rapidly ran out. Things seemed to go wrong, so much so that by breakfast time, when Freddie came bouncing downstairs, he was at once dismayed by the old careworn look on his mother’s face.
“What is the matter?” he asked.
“Oh,” said his poor mother. “I believe I must be wrong. What I told you last night must be all a mistake, and I am not saved after all.”
But God taught her a great lesson through her little boy that day. With childlike simplicity Freddie went to where her Bible lay, and looking up he said, “But, Mother, has the text changed?”
No, it had not, and there and then Mrs. Pratt remembered that God’s Word was true and unchanging no matter what she felt. The light broke through again, her sorrow disappeared, and she was happy once more.
ML-02/29/1976