While cleaning out my closet I found an old book of Mother Goose’s nursery rhymes. I flipped through the pages and this rhyme caught my eye:
There was a little girl
Who had a little curl
Right in the middle of her forehead.
When she was good,
she was very, very good;
But when she was bad she was horrid.
I feel like this is where our sweet Sarah is at the moment. She’s a big fan of the word “no” and is not quick to obey, despite being able to spout out Colossians 3:20 like nobody’s business (Children, obey your parents in all things, for this is well pleasing to the Lord).
I sure do love her, though. She is the life of the party. She loves to sing and dance and make all of us laugh. She makes it easy to forget the times when she may be difficult.