My crocheting didn't make an appearance until late tonight. I'd spent the evening revisiting my childhood and learning to play again while babysitting my boss's kids. After bedtime, I sat in the dim room and began to work. It wasn't long before the two oldest crept back, and I let them stay for a while. They were enthralled, hanging over my shoulder and watching me work, marveling at the speed at which my hook looped through the yarn. Laying some completed squares on the carpet, they chose their favorite ones and then delightedly picked through the colors for my next squares. I made one for each of them, praying for the loose teeth and upcoming birthday wishes. It was refreshing to pray for those innocent requests, and to be reminded that God cares for the least of these.
Matthew 18:3-4 "I tell you the truth, unless you change and become like little children, you will never enter the kingdom of heaven. Therefore, whoever humbles himself like this child is the greatest in the kingdom of heaven."
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