One afternoon in the late fall I went for a walk along the sea coast. The weather was foggy, and it was getting dark. Before I realized it I had walked to a part of the coastline I was not acquainted with.
Not knowing just what to do, I listened and heard a bell. Thinking it was a church bell I started in the direction from which the sound came, but I soon discovered it was a bell on a buoy near a sandbank which was placed there to warn sailors. Then I started in another direction, but I found that the tide was coming in, so I did not know which way to turn.
I realized I was lost and in great danger of being drowned, so I began to call out, “LOST! LOST!” An answer seemed to come back:
I knew I was not saved, not ready to meet God, and I was afraid to look up or even to pray. The sea gulls which flew around seemed to mock me in my despair, but I continued to cry, “LOST! LOST!”
At last I heard a voice saying, “Come this way.” A man had heard me and had come to my rescue. You can imagine my joy as he led me to safety.
I am thankful to say that God used this terrible experience, not only as a proof of His care in saving my life, but to awaken me to my soul’s deep need. I was lost in my sins, and needed a Saviour. Now I have found in the Lord Jesus, the very Saviour I needed, and He has received me in all my sins and guilt. His precious atoning blood, shed upon Calvary’s cross has washed away all my sins, and now I can say, “I am His and He is mine forever and forever.”
ML 12/19/1954