She looked down at the floor and twisted the arm of her little doll somewhat nervously. “I promise, I won’t do it again, Daddy.”
“But you’ve promised over and over and still you mess the house up with mud! Why?”
“What do you think I should do to help you remember?” I asked. “Go to your room and no more television today!”
In tears she sulked down the hall to her room to begin her day of punishment.
I picked up my devotional book to read. The words “. . . for he had a vow” fit well with the beginning of a new year. I must m…
Baptist Bulletin Service, by J. R. Aiken