One beautiful bright day, way up in heaven, God made a decision.

He wanted to hear stories about all the wonderful children that he had created.

He wanted to hear some wonderfully funny stories and some wildly adventurous stories.

He even wanted to hear the sorrowfully sad stories.

So, God created a boy-

He gave the boy a sweet smile, kind hands and a huge heart for children. The boy paid close attention and listened to God’s voice. When he grew up  with God’s help,  he became a doctor. He became a doctor for all the children!!!

This kind and gentle doctor worked many, many years and he helped oh so so many children.

He checked little throats, and tiny ears, rumbly tummies and red bottoms!

He checked loud, dancing, little girls and rowdy, fighting, little boys.

He encouraged young moms and congratulated old ones. He celebrated their victories and cried over their losses.

This loveable doctor had grown older and was tired. He had heard God speak in his life many times, but now he heard God speak one last time….

“Come home my boy,” God said, “What an amazing job you have done.  I want to hear all about my children…”

God couldn’t wait another day-

So, the doctor went to Heaven to rest and  to sit down and share his stories.  He was once again just a little boy, with a sweet smile, kind hands and a heart for children.

This time it was God listening.