When the last “ Little Salt” was tucked in bed, the parents sat down together. ‘What a lovely Thanksgiving,” Mother sighed. “Aren’t they just about the dearest children in the world?” “ Don’t ask me,” Daddy grinned. “ I’m partial.” Then he reached for the Book. His fingers leafed the pages and came to rest upon a special verse. “Here is something 1 am thankful for,” he said. Mother’s hand closed over his. “ Don’t read it,” she said. “ Let me guess. ‘God setteth the solitary in families.’ ” “How did you know?” “ I found it long ago,” she answered, “ and have loved it ever since. It seems so tender, so thoughtful — so exactly like God.”
Mother went on: “ I guess a mother feels about her chil dren a little like a Christian does about the Lord Jesus. We love Him for the many wonderful things He does for us, but we love Him most just for Himself. He is better than any of His gifts — and so are you. I am thankful just to have you.” “ But it was a fine idea you children had, just the same,” Daddy said. “Mother could use a little more help. Let’s ‘pass the salt’ all year. What do you say?” “We will, we will,” the children shouted. “ Helping’s fun.” “Me pass salt too,” Duane announced. “ You may start right now, fellow,” laughed Daddy. “ Go get your pajamas.”
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NOVEMBER, 1959
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