A father and his young daughter were great friends
and much in each other's company.
Then the father noted a change in his daughter.
If he went for a walk,
she excused herself from going. He grieved about it,
but could not understand.
When his birthday came, she presented him with a pair of exquisitely
worked slippers,
"I have made them for you. " Then he understood what had been the
matter for the past months,
and he said. "My darling, I like these slippers very much,
but next time I'd so rather you leave the slippers and let me have you
all the days.
I would rather have my child
than anything she can make for me.
" Some of us are so busy for the Lord
that He cannot get much of us.
To us He would say, "I know your works, your labor, your patience, but I
miss the first Love."
G. Campbell Morgan
