Just now, at 5:30 am, a sleepy 3 year old comes stumbling out of her room and says,
“Will you rock me?”
She is here with me, snuggled under my arm while I type as she fights sleepiness.
It’s way too early for her to be up and I know I’ll pay for it later when the grumpies set in;
but I know it is all a part of it.
I’ll take this few minutes and let her snuggle,
the rest of the day she will be wide open…
she’s a busy girl…
she has baby dolls to swing and messes to make.
I like the stillness of early morning, of snuggling…
I think this early morning is more for me than it is for her.
I would have missed out on this Kingdom building if we would have said,
“No, we can’t take these kids;
our house is too small,
we can’t afford it,
we’re too old,
we’re too busy.”
“I was hungry and you gave me food to eat.
I was thirsty and you gave me a drink.
I was a stranger and you welcomed me.
I was naked and you gave me clothes to wear.
I was sick and you took care of me.”