About Getting Lost.

WELL do I remember when I was a little

girl, of going one afternoon with my brother

younger than myself to get some blackberries

about a mile from home. On the road we

traveled were three corners. When we

came to these corners on returning home, we

by mistake, took the left, instead of the right

hand road, and traveled on for some time without

discovering our mistake. After a while,

seeing no signs of the clearing where our

father lived, we began to feel troubled, but

still traveled on. We soon felt sure that we

were lost. We were afraid to go back, and

so we went forward feeling very sad and

troubled. There was but little travel on the

road, it being a very new country. We

thought it would soon be dark, and we were

very much afraid that we should have to stay

in the woods all night.

I do not believe any one can know the distress 

one feels when lost, unless it is by experience.

We went on until we came in

sight of a settlement three and a half miles

from our father's place; then we felt some

better. Soon a man met us and asked us

what the trouble was. We told him we were

lost, and also whose children we were. Said

he, "I know your father; follow me. I will

take you home." With light hearts and

bounding feet we followed this kind friend,

and ere long we were home again.

Thinking of this incident, I have been led

to reflect thus: We are by nature all of us

lost in our sins. We are going the broad

left-hand road that leads to eternal death.

But Jesus, our best friend, says to us, "This

is the way; walk ye in it," and points us to

the straight and narrow path that leads to

Heaven. May we all heed the gentle voice

of Jesus, and follow in his footsteps, and we

shall ere long reach our home in Heaven.


St. Charles,  Michigan