Marcia, age four, was my Sunday morning commitment. Today Marcia had exhausted my surprise bag of coloring books and puzzles in the first seven minutes. Even the candy failed to hold her attention for more than thirty seconds.

I took Marcia's face in my hands and, looking into her eyes, whispered, "What do you need to make you happy today?"

Returning my gaze, she whispered, "I need to sit on your lap!"

I took her in my arms. She nestled down until her soft cheek rested against the skin of my neck, and she barely stirred for the next hour.

I remember days when my own behavior was an adult version of Marcia's. I was restless, dissatisfied, impossible to please. When that happens again, I hope I will be as wise as Marcia and as honest about my needs. My restlessness melts away when I rest in Jesus.