It was a perfect day for a spider man party. We all met at a park with a newly reopened playground. The sun was bright, the sky blue. The nearest pavilion was packed full of people so the birthday boy’s mom and dad set up a nice spread in the shade of a tree. Another pavilion was open across the way, but it would have been a hike for all the little ones to go back and forth to the playground.
We tossed around the idea of setting up the whole party under the tree – in the shade and close to the playground.
“I don’t know,” his mom said, worried. “Jude really wanted a party. I’m afraid it won’t feel like a party to him if we can’t decorate the table.”
“Well, let’s ask him,” his dad said.
They called over their little man. “Jude, would you like to stay here close to the playground or go over there to the tables and decorate one of them?”
Jude pointed. Definitely the tables. Definitely the decorations.
His mom smiled, “I knew it! I know my Jude…”
Her words stayed with me. I know my Jude…
Such a sweet parent. Jude had been wishing and dreaming of his birthday party for weeks. His mom and dad knew just what he longed for and delighted in giving it to him.
I felt like God whispered to my heart – That’s how I think.
I forget that sometimes. That God loves giving good gifts. And not just random good gifts but gifts that matter to our heart. In this season, it’s hard to see the good. It’s easy to miss the sweet gifts as our minds focus on all that’s wrong in the world. All that hurts. All that doesn’t work right now.
On Sunday I walked into the backyard to see a yellow butterfly. Yellow butterflies always remind me of my dad. It seems like every time I think of him, I see one. On this Father’s Day the butterfly seemed to linger, dancing through the air as it passed. It’s been over ten years since my dad’s been gone and I miss him. It brought tears to my eyes.
It was a little thing, but almost immediately I heard that still, small voice in my thoughts. I know my Elsa…
A little gift. A God kiss. Just because he sees and he knows.
I want to do a better job of seeing. Not missing those gifts.
I want that for you, too. The next good thing that comes your way – the song that touches your heart. The sunset. The flowers blooming in an unexpected spot. The words of a friend. The kindness of a stranger. The good movie, the great read, the perfect piece of chocolate after your workout. Whatever good gift, think of the giver.
He’s happy to give it.
As he thinks of you. Knows you. Loves you.
I know my child…
How wonderful, my sister, is the Jesus we share.