As a baby, Ephraim was a bit of a loner, protesting displays of affection and usually quite content to be playing on his own.

When Clive came, I was frequently perplexed by his moments of restlessness; how he would fuss and fuss when, for all I could see, he was perfectly fine: fed, rested, warm, comfortable. I can still remember the day when I realized he was restless because he wanted me. I hadn’t had a baby like that yet, and as an infant I carried the same preferences that Ephraim did, so my ignorance was understandable, though still humiliating.

It seems that every time we play outside, Clive is restless and dissatisfied with the activities presented (unless there is water available.) He almost always comes to land in a lap, finally content.

Spiritually, I am trying to learn to be like Clive. There are many times throughout the days, the weeks, that I am dissatisfied and restless for what seems like no reason. If only I could learn to seek out my Father, to be still with Him.