June 26

June 26, 1998

Dear Friends,

I was busy. For reasons I no longer remember, I moved from one room of the house to another. I was so busy . . . so preoccupied. I hadn’t even noticed that my son, then five, was following me from room to room . . . waiting . . . patiently . . . throughout the house. "Mommy, why do you leave every time I come into a room to be with you?" my son asked. "Oh no!" I thought. In the candor that only children possess, he reminded me that I so busy, being busy, that I wasn’t spending time with him. Immediately, I stopped what I was doing. "Son, I am so sorry!"

Are we too busy for Jesus? When was the last time we stopped to spend time with the Master? And yet, daily, Jesus seeks to spend time with us . . . waiting . . . patiently. . . . He waits to give us the very things that we need. If we are lonely . . . Jesus is waiting. "I will not leave you comfortless: I will come to you (John 14:18)." If we are hurting . . . Jesus is waiting. "Casting all your cares upon him; for He careth for you (1 Peter 5:7 KJV)." If we are tired . . . Jesus is waiting. "Come ye that are weary and heavy laden and I will give you rest (Matthew 11:28 KJV)." Jesus waits to spend time with us.

The times I have spent with my son have become precious memories to me . . . treasures of our life together. He’s on his way to college now; he’ll be a freshman in the fall. I am so thankful that day I stopped . . . and listened . . . and learned . . . and loved.

In the Masters’ Love

The Preacher,

Rev. BWilliamsWaters