I was pleasantly surprised today when my grandchildren brought all the groceries up then helped me put them away, believe me, that was a special gift! Aside from the wonderful gift they gave me yesterday I thought about a lot of special things they have done for me.
It brought back a special memory to me of a day I was cleaning out my closet and found a little box that was tucked into the back in which I found several treasures. One was a beautiful, hand knitted, red sweater my grandmother Mushegan had made for me when I was about 12 months old, and there are pictures of me wearing it. Then something caught my attention, it was two fragile sticks that had red yarn woven in and around to form a crude type of “dream catcher”, at least that was my best guess. There was a yellowed piece of notepaper under it, with my handwriting, so I took it over to the window because the letter written with a pencil was very faded. It read:” Dear Mimi, Auntie and Pobbie, I have builded this stick for you. I am happy to give it to you for Mother’s Day. Mother writted the note I builded the thing. Dear Mimi I love you,” and it was signed “Feel Facer” Now I know that doesn’t mean a thing to you, but it was a note I had written for “Dr Ara” before he learned to write, and, obviously, use good grammar! I took great pleasure in reading it over and then reading it to my parents and then, of course, I read it to the good Doctor himself. We look at things like that and, at least I do, miss the child that wrote it, made it, played cars for hours, wore super hero capes and slept peacefully at night, no cares or worries. In our faith walk, we start out that way, not using the “spiritual” terms that others might use, being over zealous, taking things a bit too far, making people run when they see us coming with our New Testament, but then we begin to grow in the Lord, as we grow physically and learn more of Him and His ways. But here is where I wish that instead of being mature and bored with new Christians, we could keep a little of the enthusiasm that is tempered with wisdom, in our daily walk. I looked at my grown son sitting cross-legged on his granddaddy’s bed reading that little note, and he was happy to see it and examined the sticks with the yarn carefully, but when he got ready to go home, he handed the note and the stick back to me for safe keeping, he has grown up and doesn’t need to keep the reminder of his “childish” days. 1 Cor. 13:11 When I was a child, I talked like a child, I thought like a child, I reasoned like a child. When I became a man, I put childish ways behind me. Don’t beat yourself up if you are trying to learn, James 1:5-8 If you don’t know what you’re doing, pray to the Father. He loves to help. You’ll get his help, and won’t be condescended to when you ask for it. Ask boldly, believing, without a second thought. People who “worry their prayers” are like wind-whipped waves. Don’t think you’re going to get anything from the Master that way, adrift at sea, keeping all your options open. I can imagine that when we are new to the faith God loves us and smiles at our ignorance, but after a while, He expects us to quit messing in our pants! The scripture says to ask Him and He will help!
My advice to you and to myself is to put away the childish things that bring us down or remind us of “the old days” that will only get us into trouble! And remember, God loves you, just the way He made you! You are perfectly imperfect!