LITTLE Ursula lived many years ago in a village in Prussia. Her father went away to work very early every morning, and little Ursula was left to take care of her mother, who was so sick that she couldn't get out of bed. They were very poor, but very happy, for they trusted in the Lord Jesus, the Saviour of sinners.
One bright day our little child, who was just five years of age, was looking out through the door of their little cottage. Suddenly she shouted out, "Oh, Mother, there are such fine soldiers coming through the garden gate, and such a lot of them, too!"
She had hardly finished speaking when a band of the soldiers of Napoleon's army stamped into the cottage and demanded food and shelter. The poor sick mother couldn't understand anything they said, nor could little Ursula, but she saw the look of fear on her dear mother's face, and what do you think she did?
She quickly knelt down and prayed aloud, "Dear Lord Jesus. Please send these men somewhere else for food, for we have nothing for them."
There was one soldier in the band who understood German, for that was Ursula's language, and he quickly stepped up to her. Picking her gently up in his arms, he asked her,
"Who taught you to pray like that, my little girl?"
"My mother did," she replied, "but Jesus can teach you, too."
The big soldier's eyes grew dim with tears. He set the little one down, and placing a piece of money on the table he ordered his men to leave the house.
"The eyes of the Lord are in every place." (Prov. 15:3.) Yes, young reader, the eyes of the Lord are upon you as you read this paper, and He loves you and would like to be your Saviour and your Keeper too. Can you look up from your paper right now, and say "Jesus is my Saviour"?
Messages of the Love of God 9/21/1952