.....of St. Martha that sits on my desk. (Not surprised, are you?)
Every morning, when I am reading my e-mails, McKid walks in (her toys are stored in the room that serves as my office), looks around, and says, "Can I turn Marfa around so she can watch me play?"
Of course the answer is always yes. And isn't that a perfect example of becoming as little children? When we can truly say, "Jesus, turn around and watch me work today!", won't we be on the road?