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.”

Matthew 25