Tonight I left half of my dinner on my plate in the kitchen to put the boys in bed. When I came back down to finish eating, Morgan was rocking Campbell and my bread looked like a little mouse had been nibbling at it. I new immediately what had happened. Morgan was watching me the whole time and when I looked at her she silently pointed at Campbell because Campbell was asleep. We just smiled at each other. I can't tell you how much it thrilled my heart to know that my daughter had been eating from my plate. At that moment I felt like God was saying so clearly to me "Thats how I feel when you eat from my plate, I just wish it would happen more, because I have so much that I would love to give you."
How often does the father sit down and see that you have been nibbling at His food?