:. libabe .:

I was at Target last week when suddenly, from behind, I heard a word that is music to my ears: "Grandma!"
I turned around, and there was my little Liam, riding chariot-style in a cart pushed by his mommy. As soon as they pulled up next to me, Liam threw Lambie (whom he was clutching) into my cart and then attempted to transfer himself also.
Love! Joy! Heart! He wanted his grandma!
What a lovely interlude to my day!

But wait! The story gets even better!

Yesterday Emily told me that she and Liam were again at Target. (Yes, it's a family favorite!) Once in the cart, Liam started yelling, "Grandma! Where are you?! Grandma!"

Too funny.

He thought because I had been there with him in a certain situation, I would always be there with him.
He thought he simply had to call my name and I would show up.

What silly, child-like thinking!

Jesus said, "Unless you change and become like little children, you will never enter the kingdom of heaven."

Oh.