And when I'm done talking about math, I talk about responsibility and kindness to siblings, cleanliness and healthy eating habits. I talk about how the day went and I talk about trials and blessings. I talk about me and then I ask about his day too. Talk, talk, talk
Talk on its own is pretty meaningless though and I wonder how much of my talk is sweetened with love.
Read the rest of my devotion at the Internet Cafe this morning.
If I speak in the tongues of men and of angels, but have not love, I
am only a resounding gong or a clanging cymbal.
1 Corinthians 13:1