heard the story about the school teacher who was helping one of her
kindergarten students put on his snow boots. Even with her pulling and him
pushing, the little boots just didn't want to go on. Finally, after much
struggling, she got both boots on only to hear the little boy say, "They're
on the wrong feet."
She looked, and sure enough, they were. It wasn't any easier pulling the
boots off than it was putting them on but she managed to keep her cool as
together they worked to get the boots on the right feet.
He then announced, "These aren't my boots." She bit her tongue rather than
scream, "Why didn't you say so?" Once again, she struggled to help him pull
the ill-fitting boots off his little feet.
No sooner had they gotten the boots off when he said, "They're my brother's
boots. My Mom made me wear 'em." Now she didn't know if she should laugh or
cry. She mustered up what grace and courage she had left to wrestle the
boots on his feet again.
Helping him into his coat, she asked, "Now, where are your mittens?" He
said, "I stuffed 'em in the toes of my boots." -
(Psalm 127:3,5) – “Behold, children are a heritage from the Lord…Happy is
the man who has his quiver full of them…”