As I sunk into my comfy couch ready to savor my first cup of morning coffee, my daughter called.
"Did you remember Paxton's Thanksgiving program this morning?"
"Oh, no! I forgot!"
Everything within me wanted to skip it, but I thought of the gleam in our four-year-old grandson's eyes the day he told us about his program...his chubby little hands outstretched in joy.
Nothing could keep me away. So I quickly dressed and ventured out in the rain, a bit achy but resolved.
And I thought about my relationship with Jesus.
Sometimes I really don't want to do something I know He's asked me to do. But then I think of His nail-scarred hands outstretched, bidding me to follow. And I venture out.
Not because I have to but because I love Him and He loves me.