At the dinner table once a little girl closed her eyes and whispered, “Thank You, Thank You, THANK You.”
“What are you so thankful for, dear,” asked her mother. “For the nice dinner you had?”
“I was not just thinking about the dinner,” the little one replied, “but I was thanking Jesus for dying for me.”
Have you ever thanked Jesus for dying for you?
Can you say, “He was punished for my sin; the Son of God loved me and gave Himself for me?” If you have never thanked Him, why not begin now?
ML-09/30/1973