Does Rosy love Jesus?” asked an Aunt of a little niece whom she was nursing.
“No,” was the reply.
“Oh, but Jesus loves Rosy,” said the Aunt.
She was then drawn into conversation with another person; but looking at the child a few minutes later, she found her earnestly gazing up into her face.
“What is Rosy thinking about?” asked the Aunt.
“Jesus loves me,” replied the child softly.
The next day the little girl was again lying in her Aunt’s arms, with the same earnest, thoughtful expression in her eyes as she gazed up into her Aunt’s face.
“What is Rosy thinking about now?” again asked the Aunt.
“Jesus loves me,” murmured the little one.
It seemed such a wonderful thing to Rosy that Jesus should love her; and I have no doubt when she learned that He loved her, she could love Him too. Do you, my little reader, know that Jesus loves you, and do you love Him?
ML 12/08/1946