One morning early I sat up in bed and read a prayer. The prayer began with the words ‘Help me, O Lord, to see myself as Thou seest me.’ I had often read this prayer before but on this particular morning these words seems to strike me specifically and I wondered how Christ saw me, and I whispered, ‘Am I like Mary Magdalene of old who knelt weeping at His feet, or am I what the prophet saw – the righteousness which is but filthy rags? How does Thou see me O Christ?’

Then I looked up and a few feet away between the wardrobe and window there flashed a picture. It showed a narrow dusty, uphill road, and along the road came a child, a little girl. She was not a happy child she looked very, very tired as she toiled along, and her little face was tear stained…As she wiped away her tears she did not see the beautiful figure waiting for her at the end of the road, the figure of Christ. He was bending forward with hands and arms outstretched and the little girl of Christ.

He was bending forward with hands and arms outstretched and the little girl would walk right into them. He had the loviest smile and was robed in shimmering white. The picture faded but the message came to me – ‘You are that child still travelling on life’s way – My child, I shall wipe away the soil and dust of sin, and all the tears.’

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