Tuesday, August 11, 2009
Mornings start the day - for better or for worse. I always found that a peaceful beginning at least gave hope for a smooth day.
I used to play scripture songs on our intercom. Each morning my children would wake up to the sound of God's Word. Okay, it was a big house and I was saving a trip upstairs to wake them all. I didn't really think that the youngest was understanding the Bible stories but I knew it couldn't hurt.
After a few weeks of these morning songs, my five year old son got down from the bar in the middle of his breakfast and walked over to the sink where I stood washing dishes. My back was to him but I heard the saddest voice, "Look Mommy, I am a man of unclean lips."
Glancing down I saw his impish face, mouth painted with grape jelly and purple fingers waving in the air.
Let the little children come to Me. Even a child can hear and understand God's word.