Suffer the little children...

... To come unto me"

"Whosoever shall receive one of such children in my name, receiveth me:" Mark 9:37

I got upset with Anna today. She was being loud and woke up Reagan. Reagan needed that nap. And I desperately needed her to have that nap.

It wasn't really Anna's fault. And she justifiably felt upset that she got scolded.

She went into my bedroom to cool down.

When I came in a little while later, I apologized for getting upset with her. I explained how Reagan hasn't been feeling well, and she needs to rest for longer.

Anna went over to my dresser and grabbed a statue. She asked me if we could talk about it.

It's a little boy giving his Mom a flower on the beach. We talked about it.

Anna described how she is kind of like the boy, and I'm the Mom. They both are happy and love each other.

I love the sweet forgiveness of little children. She wanted to apologize to me for waking up Reagan. And she wanted me to know that she loved me, even though I may have gotten upset with her unfairly.

She didn't want to put it down for lunch. She wanted to keep talking about it.

She craved my quiet, calm attention.

And I crave those moments too.

If only Reagan weren't awake and crying in her bed we could sit all day and talk about it. ❤️

Jesus said, "Suffer the little children to come unto me."

He taught that we need to be like unto little children: "submissive, meek, humble, patient, full of love, willing to submit to all things which the Lord seeth fit to inflict upon him, even as a child doth submit to his father."

I believe that Jesus must've known my little Anna.

❤️

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