|Dad and his paper.|
Randy and I are spending a week with relatives in Tennessee. Seeing my niece’s nearly 3-year-old son and the joy he both portrays and produces reminded me of one of my earliest memories. My dad would sit down with a newspaper after his day of work, holding the paper open over his legs. I remember dipping my head under the paper and then appearing before him, between his legs and the paper. Dad would always smile, and it never even occurred to me that he might not want to see me at that particular moment -- maybe he didn’t want his relaxing time reading the paper after work to be interrupted by a little toddler. Of course, he would prefer to see me.
|My granddaughter. |
I always imagine she's saying,
"Hey, what about me?!"
“Suppose one of you has a hundred sheep and loses one of them.
Doesn’t he leave the ninety-nine in the open country and go after the lost sheep until he finds it?
And when he finds it, he joyfully puts it on his shoulders and goes home.
Then he calls his friends and neighbors together and says,
‘Rejoice with me; I have found my lost sheep.’” -- Luke 15:4-6
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love and blessings,
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