And then, a child was at my legs, naptime needed, and our moments together were over. We said good-bye, and I went home to ladle soup to tired kids and tuck Moses into bed. I have thought a lot about that conversation in the weeks since. In a season of life when many sit idly, this man still desired to use his gifts and skills to serve the most fragile children of our world in the name of Jesus.
How I have wrestled with this...my days so full, the weeks, months, years marching on...and I wonder how well I am spending this gift of time. In stooped years will I have a story to tell that speaks not of self, but of love for others?