I was once spending the afternoon with the children of a Sunday school. One of the girls had asked me to come and speak to them about Jesus.
I was glad went, and I will tell you why presently.
I gave them a simple address about the love of Jesus. A great many bright faces were turned towards me while I spoke, but I little thought that there were two present that I should never see again.
One of these was Fanny B—, who had asked me to come. She knew me very well, because I used to live next door to her.
I believe the good Shepherd was gently drawing her heart to Himself.
A day or two afterward she was taken suddenly ill, but before she passed away, she was able to speak of the love of Jesus and of being washed in the blood of Jesus.
When she saw her father and mother crying, she begged they would not weep for her. As she drew near her end she cried, “O, how beautiful!” ‘‘Mamma, the walls are all jasper!”
Then she said, “Jesus has done it all,” and asked a friend to read John 14, about the mansions Jesus went to prepare, and soon after this, she went to be with Jesus in those very maisions.
ML 06/14/1942