Happy at last

One of our boys has a habit of saying, "My hand is empty! I have nothing!" right after he gives his toys away. This morning, I was so proud of him when he willingly shared his toy with his brother. But sure enough, exclamations of emptiness and nothingness immediately followed.

Right then, Hans picked him up, held him tight, and he said, "You don't have nothing. You have daddy."

The boy laid his head on daddy's shoulder, happy at last.

Giving daddy a piggyback ride.

Nothing in my hand I bring,
Simply to the cross I cling;
Naked, come to Thee for dress;
Helpless look to Thee for grace;
Foul, I to the fountain fly;
Wash me, Savior, or I die.

- Toplady, Rock of Ages, 1830.