When One Child is Away from Home

Today when I woke up, I had my coffee and devotion time as usual. I moved about my morning routine but there was something that just didn't feel right. My heart was sad and my arms were missing someone...

My early riser spent the night at Grandma's. I didn't get to hear about his dreams or feel his little hugs or smell that nasty dragon breath...and I missed him so much. I still do. There's a missing chord to the harmony of the chaos in my home and I can't wait to hug him later tonight.

It made me think of God and His children...sometimes we don't talk to Him, we don't share our dreams, we don't climb up in His lap and blast him with our dragon breath full of pain, anger, or sin...and He misses us.