THERE sits poor Susie; she is very ill, and is all alone but for the doll in her lap, and the sympathising dog looking up at her. He knows not what is the matter with his little mistress, usually so lively and playful, but he feels something is wrong.
She is too ill to take the food at her side, set for her by a loving mother, with the hope that good nourishing food will soon make her well again. Oh, how Susie longs to see the doctor day-by-day, as the hour of his visit draws near, for she is already weary of pain and weakness, and as each day wears away, hope grows strong that the morrow will see some great improvement.
Ah! if Susie had lived long, long ago, when Jesus was on earth, how eagerly would she have gone to Him, or if that were beyond her power, would she not have begged Jesus to come to her? that blessed One who had no need of doctors' remedies, but could, by the word of His mouth, cure the sick, the deaf, and the lame.
But though He is no longer down here, we may still go to Him and ask Him to make our poor bodies well when in sickness.