AT the time I am about to relate, Ethel was eight years old. She was one of many children who regularly came to our children’s services, and we often had little conversations with her. Although so young, she was thirsting for the water of the fountain of life.
One Sunday evening she said to me “I’ve given myself to God tonight,” and then referring to the address, she said, “It was such a sweet story, that when it was over I was wishing it was going to be told all over again, and then it seemed as though. Mr. —the speaker, knew my thoughts, for he gave out the hymn, ‘Tell me the old, old story of Jesus and His love.’ Why, here it is all over again. I thought, and just when the others were singing, I was giving myself to God.”
Dear little Ethel! She is now one of the number who are waiting to see the Lord Jesus face to face when He comes. Shortly after this, I found that Ethel was longing that her sister, too, might drink of the water of life.
ML 09/03/1916