Waiting Becomes A Reality
The Psalmist wrote that “sons are a heritage of the Lord, and children are a reward from Him; like arrows in the hands of a warrior, are sons born in one’s youth. Blessed in the man whose quiver is full of them.” Psalm 127:3-5.
My parents were not familiar with that promise, but I did not wait long for a baby sister to share my parent’s attention. When I was barely eighteen months old, my sister Helen was born on December 24,1919. Her arrival caused some changes: first I must relinquish sleeping with my parents, so she could sleep with mother, therefore, for awhile I slept with my dad.
Of course I can’t remember those days, but now my attention must be shared, and I was learning the meaning of wait a minute!
And my situation was to become no better: in about two years I must share my parents with another sister. I missed the attention of my parents and began using baby talk in an effort to gain more of their attention. It was years later while studying psychology, I realized why that occurred.
Father, I know my parents loved me dearly, and I’m sorry I was so selfish and unwilling to share them with my younger sisters. I love you and pray in Jesus’ name. Amen.