A little girl was playing with her doll in a room where her mother was busily engaged in writing. When she had finished her writing, she said,
“You may come now, Alice; I have done all I want to do this morning.”
The child ran to her mother, sang,
“I am so glad for I wanted to love you so much.”
“But I thought you were very happy with dolly.”
“Yes, mother, I was, but I soon got tired of loving her, for she cannot love me back.”
“And is that why you love me—because I can love you back?”
“That is one why, but not the first and best why.”
“What is the first and best why?”
“Because you loved me when I was too little to love you back.”
Mother’s eyes filled with tears as she said,
“We love Jesus because He first loved us and died for us.”
ML 01/02/1944