When I was a little girl, I met with an accident, and lay in the Children’s Hospital for many weeks. I did get weary there, and longed to be able to play with my little school companions again. In the winter evenings there were many visitors to the ward, and one little girl, who always came with her mother, brought me some nice toys. I was delighted, and spent many an hour dressing my doll.
One night, just as Amy was leaving my cot, she bent her head close to my ear, and whispered, “Do you love Jesus?”
I could not answer, for I had not thought much about Him. Amy saw that I was unable to answer, so she whispered again,
“Jesus loves you, Bessie, and wants to save you.”
I thought all next day about that, and wished Amy would come again. When she did come, she brought with her a pretty book, saying,
“That’s for you, Bessie.”
Then she told me that Jesus had saved her two years ago, and she was happy.
“How did He save you?” I asked.
“I came to Him as a sinner, believing He died for me on the Cross—that was all.”
I came to Jesus in that way too, and He saved me.
ML 10/01/1939