It was a dull morning, the city was shrouded in fog, and everybody hurried from trains to place of business. A flower girl stood on the pavement selling her blooms, but few seemed to patronize her. I bought a bouquet and as I left, she struck up the lines of the hymn:
“O, the blood that bought me, O, the love that sought me,
O the grace that bought me
To the fold.”
It was so unusual to hear such words on the streets, that I went back and asked the happy flower-seller where she learned these words, and if she knew their meaning.
“Yes, sir, I learned them at our Sunday school, and my sister Amy and I were saved there three weeks ago.”
I could only praise God. I often see that happy girl, she is usually singing, and her happy face tells of her heart’s peace and joy. To have Christ is to be happy everywhere.
“Happy is that people, whose God is the Lord.” Psa. 144:15.
ML 06/02/1940