The door opened, and he shyly walked in. I turned away from my typing, and without a word, he climbed into my lap. I asked if he wanted to work with me, and he nodded. As I turned back to begin typing (with one hand, as my left one was around him) his head began to fall forward. I asked, "Are you tired?" He shook his head no. As his head fell further forward, I shifted him so he could rest his head against me. As he snored softly, I wiped his sweet little runny nose, realizing God's prompting in my spirit, a quiet reminder, of why I'm here and why I stay.
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Precious...you...and him. :)
Precious beyond words. Never doubt your calling.
That is so precious.
Oh, I love this in so many ways. So glad you left a comment today so I could find you here. Am I understanding right that we're from the same town? Or you're from where I live now? Confused!! (And hope you're feeling mended.)
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