My daughter went to a sleepover last night. She was so excited to go. They had pancakes for breakfast and did girl stuff and watched the new “Alvin and the Chipmunks” animated movie last night. Fun!

But the highlight of my day came yesterday at 11:04pm when the phone rang.

“Hi daddy.”

“Hi, sweetheart. Are you having a good time?” (I’m thinking, “Is she homesick? Does she want to come home?”)

“Yeah, I’m having a good time. I just wanted to say good night.”

Sigh. Thanks, God.

So I make a bear hug sound and smack her some kisses over the phone, and she does the same. Her turn to sigh.

“Good night, daddy.”

“Good night, sweetheart.”


Now doesn’t that just touch your heart? Too bad I missed the message from God in it all.

See, I went to bed last night without praying, “Daddy, I just called to say ‘Good night.’ I need my hug.”

I wonder if He ever sits on his throne thinking, “The kids, they never call anymore.”