Love

Carter Holmes Jones, a great preacher of

another generation, had a small room in the attic

of his home that he used as a place of prayer. When

he was especially burdened, he would make his way

up the winding staircase to that room to spend some

quiet moments with God. The members of his family

knew that when he went to the attic room for prayer,

they were not to bother him under any circumstances.

One day, under heavy burdens, he climbed the

stairs, went into the room, and knelt beside

the chair to pray. He had hardly begun his prayer

when the door to the room swung open and there

stood his little girl. The moment his eyes met

hers, she knew she had done wrong. She knew

she shouldn’t be there. But she said, “Daddy,

you’ve been so busy lately I haven’t seen you

much and I just wanted to tell you that I love

you.” And with that she threw her arms around