A father and his young daughter were great friends and much in each other's company. Then the father noted a change in his daughter. If he went for a walk, she excused herself from going. He grieved about it, but could not understand. When his birthday came, she presented him with a pair of exquisitely worked slippers, saying, I have made them for you. " Then he understood what had been the matter for the past three months, and he said. "My darling, like these slippers very much, but next time buy the slippers and let me have you all the days. I would rather have my child than anything she can make for me. " Some of us are so busy for the Lord that He cannot get much of us. To us He would say, "I know your works, your labor, your patience, but I miss the first Love."

G. Campbell Morgan