Post By: Angela Parlin
“Mommy, can I read something for all of us?”
From the backseat on the way home from school, my daughter couldn’t wait to share something from a book she’d checked out at the library.
“Okay, I need everyone to close their books and phones and listen.”
All the boys groaned. Isn’t it annoying when little sisters act like moms?
She read a verse to us from a little red devotional book. Then in her 9-year-old strong voice, she walked us through the explanation and application.
Later, she and I were heading across town for an errand. Again, she opened up her devotional and asked me if she could read to me.
Tears dripped down my cheeks as I listened. Because I remembered in that moment, there are a million ways I hope she grows past me…