Tina’s sometime aversion to putting pencil to paper does not stop her from making a book for her absolute favorite stuffed toy–Little Lamb.
“Little Lamb’s Book,” she writes on the first one of the pages she has stapled together. It’s a book of Bible stories about–lambs.
I read the story of The Lost Sheep (Luke 15) to Little Lamb and her friend Ruby Bear. Then things take a darker turn as I read (with some judicious omissions) the story of David and Bathsheba (II Samuel 11 & 12). We learn that Nathan the Prophet told King David about a cruel rich man who stole and killed his poor neighbour’s lamb and roasted it for his guest. I explain to my young audience that the story about David having Bathsheba’s husband killed is true, but the one about the stolen lamb is a parable.
Tina has me write the entire passage about The Lost Sheep in Little Lamb’s book.
At the honoured toy’s birthday party I read another well-loved story, Jesus Understood, from Uncle Arthur’s Bedtime Stories.
How precious this time is!
” . . . I have placed before you an open door . . . . ” Revelation 3:8
I’ve got Tommy figured!
Actually, I’ve got him labelled–Tommy’s a deviceomaniac (someone please alert Webster!).
Let me explain:
6-ish a.m. yesterday: Tommy calls to thank me for letting him take my old Samsung flip phone home to play with.
Last night (during a company-wide meeting): He calls to play me my old ringtone.
6:30-ish this morning: Tommy calls and thanks me again.
Noon: I leave the charger with Lisa, Tommy’s mom. I’d hoped to give it to Tommy in person, but then found out I had to work. I ask Lisa to give him my regrets. Not to worry, she says. “When he sees the charger, he’ll forget about you,” she reassures me.
Not so, Lisa.
After work: Tommy calls to thank me for the charger.
Later: Tommy calls again, still thankful, and artfully hinting. He could the change the wallpaper and the ringtones. Of course that wouldn’t be right . . . . “Why don’t you go ahead?” I ask him.
So am I.
Tommy’s eight now, and the time will come when he and I no longer walk these sweet and pleasant paths together. I hope we’ll walk others, but these mornings and these paths are for today.
“Nobody on his deathbed ever said, “I wish I had spent more time at the office.”