Three-year old Betty Lou was crying. Her mother asked, “Why do you run off and cry whenever Grandma or anyone else is praying?” Betty Lou answered with a sob, “Because I’m not saved and I am going to hell.”
Betty Lou told her aunt about it. “I am lost,” she said. “Do you want to take Jesus into your heart?” asked her aunt. With a happy “Yes!” Betty Lou slipped to her knees and confessed her sinfulness, putting her trust in the Lord Jesus Christ as her Saviour. How happy she was!
At once Betty Lou started out to win souls. Of everyone she met at home, on the street or on the bus, she would ask, “Are you born again?” She went from house to house, talking about Jesus. Some listened; others laughed.
When she went to school Betty Lou talked with her teachers and school-mates and won many of her school-mates to the Lord Jesus. Her brother and sister say that it was not an usual sight to see Betty Lou in a corner of the schoolroom praying with another child.
After school hours Betty Lou gathered the children into a garage and spoke to them of the Lord. After that she would go out on the street to speak to those passing by. When she came in one night she said, “Mother, don’t worry if I don’t come right in when you call me. I may be speaking with some soul, and that is far more important.” (This was not disobedience, for she knew her mother was in happy agreement.)
When Betty Lou was eight years old, she became very ill and was sick for eight weeks. She prayed, “Lord, have Thy way with my life. If Thou dost want to take me Home, that’s all right.” Often she would say, “I hope Jesus will take me soon.”
The Sunday before Betty Lou died, she said to her grandmother, “How glad I am that I know I’m saved! If I had died when I was three, I would have been lost, and I knew it then. Now I’ll go to be with Jesus! Heaven is a million, million times better than here; there is no sorrow, no heartache, no pain.”
Betty Lou’s last week on earth was spent at the hospital, and then she went to be with Jesus. She had spent all the money she could to buy Bibles for those who had none, so at her homegoing several sent Bibles instead of flowers.
Dear reader — boy or girl, man or woman — why not accept Betty Lou’s Saviour as your Saviour too? He says, “Him that cometh to Me I will in no wise cast out.” John 6:3737All that the Father giveth me shall come to me; and him that cometh to me I will in no wise cast out. (John 6:37). Will you come to Him now? “Verily I say unto you, Whosoever shall not receive the kingdom of God as a little child, he shall not enter therein.” Mark 10: 15.
If you already know Him as your Saviour, what are you doing to tell others of His love? Will you not, like Betty Lou, be a soul-winner, and seek to live for His glory?
ML 11/04/1956