Daisy was a little girl only seven years old — such a happy, rosy-cheeked child, and loved to play as well as any little girl I know of. One evening as we were coming along and she was skipping by my side, I asked her, “Does my little friend Daisy love Jesus?”
“O, yes,” she said, “I do.”
“But why do you love Him?” I asked.
She looked up in my face as if quite surprised I should ask such a question, and then, with a bright happy smile on her face, and in a tone of glad certainty, she said,
“Why do I love Jesus? Because He loved me so much before I loved Him, and He died for me!”
What a sweet answer! Happy little Daisy. She knew the meaning of that beautiful text,
Have you ever thought that it was to give you life eternal that Jesus died; that it was to give you the light of life that He endured those hours of awful darkness; that it was that you might have joy unspeakable when He went through such sorrow? Have you ever begun to search out the love of God, the Father, in giving His Son; and the love—the strong, deep love of Jesus—in coming to die for you? If you have not, do begin at once.
ML 06/14/1931