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On Being A Child Of God

I walked, with daughter in hand, to the door of our church nursery. Immediately, she wiggled from my arms and motioned to go inside. I opened the door and put her down. She wobbled as she walked quickly to the nearest toy. Lost in the mystery of a small purple teacup, it seemed like she no longer noticed me there. She headed towards the back of the room, finding more colorful toys to play with.