“Ah!” says Satan, “you’ve done it again! Now God will not love you.”
No, He still loves me—loves me when I fall—loves me even when I am naughty,
“Grandmother,” said a little girl, “do you love me?”
“Yes, dear, of course I do.’’
“Do you love me when I am naughty?” “Yes, dear.”
The little one looked up into her grandmother’s kind, forgiving face, with some surprise, and said,
“My mother doesn’t love me when I’m naughty. I wish I lived with you.” “Why, May?”
“Because, if you always loved me, I’d never be naughty.”
What good arguing! Loved, and so kept. Loved when naughty, and so kept from being naughty. May such a life— such a love, be ours. —The love which passeth knowledge. The more we know of that love the more shall we be preserved from evil.
ML 12/08/1918