Reader, before you judge, know that I spent 2 hours yesterday getting gum out of her hair, feeding her a snack, played a game of checkers, and made rice krispie treats for her and her family.
Today, as I walked from my car to my house, I heard it..."Cathy...." Yep, it was the neighbor girl again outside patrolling the neighborhood and watching for my timely arrival. "Can I come over?" (Parents, don't know how you do it non-stop) "Give me a little time, sweetie...say 1 or 2." That should give me a little time.
I sauntered around my house enjoying the peace and quiet. I made lunch. I did my Bible study. I relaxed on the couch. I watched the clock tick closer to 1. A nap sounds really good and maybe she won't be coming over, I thought. There was only fifteen minutes left in the show that I was watching and then it was off to slumberland...when I saw the bike. I had only a split second to make a decision.
Reader, you're hoping I let her in...shared God's love with her today, but I didn't. I showed my true colors. I snapped the tv off, raced on my tiptoes through the hall, and up the stairs as I heard the quiet but persistent knocking on my door. I drifted off to sleep, but deep in my heart knew that I made the wrong decision.
Hopefully, I'll have another slice that will better my colors, but today, the slice of life seems awfully selfish.