A hundred years from now it will not matter what my bank account was, the sort of house I lived in, or the kind of car I drove...but the world may be different because I was important in the life of a child. --Forest E. Witcraft

Sunday, August 21, 2011

Two Minutes

This evening Buddy came into my room as I was reading from a textbook to prepare for tomorrow's first class.  He wanted us to play together with his Lego men. 

I initially said that I was doing homework and suggested that he go play with his Legos.  He asked how long before he could come back and play with me.  I almost told him not tonight, thinking I still had over 40 pages to read for my first class and another book to crack open for a second class tomorrow.  BUT, I caught myself.  I told him I would play with him for two minutes, and then he needed to go play on his own.

We divvied up his 8 Lego men.  He wanted to play war.  So I started marching my 4 men, singing "Onward Christian Soldiers".  We marched the men to an imaginary little town with all poor people.  Then we decided we had to march back to get them some food.  His 4 men became the providers of the food, and all 8 men took it to the poor town.  We asked God to bless the poor people and told them Jesus loves you.  Then we marched away. 

I told Buddy that two minutes were over and I had to study some more.  He was happy to go off and play on his own.  But before he left, he asked if we could play for two minutes again tomorrow.

I'm SO glad I caught myself.  Those two minutes meant so much to BOTH of us!


  1. Sweet story. So true. Two minutes. So little time but such a huge statement to our children. Thanks for the reminder.