From an old journal--February 8, 1997
Her big brown eyes beckon me
Her sweet tiny voice pleads with me,
"Mommy read...book...lap."
My to-do list is endless
I don't have time for this, I think.
But how can I refuse her?
And so we sit down on the couch,
her petite frame nestled into my lap
and we read...
Daily I hear another voice,
gently, persistently, calling me...
"Child of Mine...read...
read My Book...
Come sit with Me for awhile."
My to-do list is still incomplete,
but how can I refuse Him;
He's my Father.
And so I pick up His book,
sit at His feet
and read
of the One who loves me, cares for me
and spurs me on through the dailyness
of my life.
It's time never wasted.
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