In a free moment, (which I am learning are scarce when you are handed a schedule with every hour for the next 60 days planned out) I wanted to stop and tell you a small story of God’s provision.
It started abruptly for one little three year old girl as this new word, “Africa” joined our vocabulary. She didn’t invite it, but she learned to get used to it.
Soon “Africa” meant cleaning out old things from cabinets.
Then “Africa” meant doing a lot of shopping and mystery boxes arriving via the mailman.
Then “Africa” meant packing all our stuff away in boxes and giving a lot of stuff away.
But then came the one day amidst all the “Africa” when she looked up at me with sad little eyes and asked, “Pink car is being given away too?”
Pink car was a dear friend to her. Pink Fisher Price car meant “Africa” could wait for a few minutes of reckless parking lot play. Pink Car was independence as she sped her little legs, Flintstone style”, in that preschool play car wherever her heart desired. Pink car was far better than any bike. Pink car was even better than sidewalk chalk. Pink car was AWESOME!
I couldn’t possibly help her understand that she wouldn’t fit in pink car by the time we could see it next in two years. I couldn’t help her see how old and sun-faded pink car had been through the years. Pink car could not go.
And she hurt.
And we hugged.
And God heard her little heart.
And then on day one of orientation she found…
Oh dear ones, look at her little face. She just couldn’t stop giggling.
Her heart was so full and she shouted out, “I LOVE MY SCHOOL!”
– Oh how He loves you and me.
– … Her dear little heart. He cherishes it so.