SHE sat in the school-room, with many children around her, busy at their lessons. Some looked in earnest, others were in trifling; but our little girl's face wore a puzzled look, her sum would not come right. The large dark eyes glanced wistfully up at the window—no help was there; and yet was it that bright little sunbeam peeping in, which sent the trustful look into Rosie's eyes? At what are the girls smiling? See! they are nodding and whispering together. Two small hands have covered her eyes, as the little girl murmurs,
"Please, Lord Jesus, help me to do my sum; I cannot do it alone. Amen."
She had forgotten she was in school—she had only thought of her difficulty and where she could get help, and, as her willing hands again took up the pencil, a flush spread over her little face at the sight of her laughing companions.
"But I don't mind," thought she, "they don't know Jesus is near, or they would not do so."
The sum was easy then; the trust was not in vain. As the teacher looked over the little maid's paper, she smiled and said,
"Quite right; you are a good little girl." The child whispered,
"Thank You, Lord Jesus."
Messages of God’s Love 9/4/1932