A little boy had been staying at his grandparents’ house for several days. Now he was waiting for his mom and dad to pick him up. The homesick boy sat in the old swivel rocker all morning, staring and staring out the picture window. From that window, he could see down the long, gravel road. He was watching for that telltale cloud of dust that would signal the approach of the family car.  After a couple of hours of this, his grandfather came by and said in mock exasperation, “Doggone it, Bill, you’re gonna stare a hole right through our window!”  Bill knew who was coming that morning. And he expected to see that cloud of dust and the familiar blue and white ‘54 Ford station wagon roll up at any moment. He had no desire to play outside or even move from that chair. He focused all his energie…