Little Orphan Annie had a very distinct picture of what adoption would look like (Maybe far away/or maybe real nearby/he's sittin' playing piano/she's maybe baking a pie...), but when she got to Daddy Warbucks' house, she still said first she'd do the windows, so that if it dripped she could do the floors after. These kids have no idea what adoption means.
How small an eye we have to the picture of sonship -- to be able to cry our "Abba, Father!"
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