When my kids were younger, I sometimes dreaded going to the store with them because of their wants of things they saw. If I recall, I think we even got a Bernstein Bear book where sister bear struggled with this same problem. I'm sure that this wasn't just my children. It's a fairly common observance at the store and I would be deceitful to make it sound like it was something that was cured in our household.
When I first took a group of the orphans to the store last year, I was prepared to shell out some money, but over and over they impress me. They refuse to let you get them anything. On Tuesday, when we walked the youngest to school, two of the children quickly ran to this store "shack" beside the school and come out with this frozen drink that they insisted on giving to us. They flat out refused to accept no for an answer.
The next day, we walked the same group up to school and we told them we wanted to get them something. They followed us into the store, but wouldn't pick anything out. We finally bought waters and colas and tried to give them but they kept saying no and that they were for us. They are the same with their servant hearts. As we would walk, they would take their notebooks and fan us but refuse to let us return the favor. They are precious. Period. I'm with them and the song keeps going through my head, "*esus loves the little children. All the children of the world. Red, brown, yellow, black and white, they are precious in His sight!
When I first took a group of the orphans to the store last year, I was prepared to shell out some money, but over and over they impress me. They refuse to let you get them anything. On Tuesday, when we walked the youngest to school, two of the children quickly ran to this store "shack" beside the school and come out with this frozen drink that they insisted on giving to us. They flat out refused to accept no for an answer.
The next day, we walked the same group up to school and we told them we wanted to get them something. They followed us into the store, but wouldn't pick anything out. We finally bought waters and colas and tried to give them but they kept saying no and that they were for us. They are the same with their servant hearts. As we would walk, they would take their notebooks and fan us but refuse to let us return the favor. They are precious. Period. I'm with them and the song keeps going through my head, "*esus loves the little children. All the children of the world. Red, brown, yellow, black and white, they are precious in His sight!