I went to comfort her, but first noticed the two dirt streaks left by her bare feet when she fell. With a washcloth already in hand, I wiped up the parallel tracks and then offered kisses to my crying little girl.
As I went through that five-second process, a voice inside my head said, “Look at what you are doing. What is most important here?”
It’s a no-brainer when I look at it logically. What deserves my best attention? A floor? Or Grace?