I found this entry in an old journal today:
We are trying to teach Hope to sleep in her own bed. In April she will be five years old so she is used to sleeping with us. The other night we had her stay in her own bed in the girls room where all four girls sleep. She was not happy. She was crying so I went into her room and said; “Why are you crying, Hope?”
She said, “I don’t like sleeping in here. I don’t want to sleep in here. I don’t get any attention.”
I know how she feels. I hate it when I don’t get any attention. (January 29, 2004)
I hate it when I don’t get attention either, which seems to be a lot. But then I wonder how Jesus feels about the small amount of personal attention I give to Him.I thank God for his great mercy in my life, and I am so thankful that His thoughts towards me are more than can be numbered.
Allen we have to get together soon.