Nellie, who had just recovered from a serious illness, said: “Mama, I prayed last night.”
“Don’t you always pray?” her mother said.
“Oh, yes; but I prayed a real prayer last night. I thought what a naughty girl I had been so often. And I thought, what if Jesus had come to me when I was ill? So I got out of bed, and I asked Him to forgive my sins. And I am sure He did, Mama, because He said He would.”
ML 05/14/1961