Serendipity

The other day I had a totally new experience.  I was at a mission meeting with my parents.  It was a long day of taking care of many details of mission business.  At lunch all the kids were with parents.  There were so many of them.  I enjoyed seeing them play and sing and cry.  It made our mission seem more like a family in some way.  I was twirling around a bit in my joy, and then there he was.  A one year old was looking at me.  He was standing close looking up at me.  The next second he had his small arms wrapped around my legs, hugging me in joy.  I was delightfully surprised at this development.  I could do nothing but reach down and hug him and give him love and thanks for his bravery to approach me.  Kids are often afraid of me because I am different.  Not so my dear, new friend.  We had a good hug and shared love.  This is so special to me because I have been praying for this boy every day.  Why, you ask?  Well, you see he, too, is adopted.  Today I am thanking God for this encouragement that He arranged to encourage me to keep praying daily for him.  My prayer is that he will always be sensitive to the prompting of God and be obedient to that prompting.  May I, too, be obedient to those promptings, for they can bring encouragement!

Keeper of the Keys

One of my responsibilities

 at home is helping my mom do the shopping.  I have been given the job of protecting her and assisting her when she is out and about.  If you know my mom this will stimulate laughter, because it would take a stupid person to mess with my mom!  I carry bags, and help her select food, and sometimes keep her on track.  Lately she has added a new responsibility.  I am the keeper of the keys.  When we get out of the car she asks me if I can put the key in my pocket.  The first time she did it, I kept taking the key out and giving it to her, but she explained that when we got to the car she would take the key.  I was nervous. Maybe I would lose it!  Mom just breezed along with no such worry.  When we got to the car she asked for the key, and I had it so we got home.  Since that first time this has been repeated often.  I have come to see it is a measure of trust.  I am nervous about picking out vegetables and meat, but this is on a bigger scale.  A car is costly, but Mom does not bat an eye.  The key is passed to me with the expectation that upon arrival at the car I will pass it back.  It is a reminder to me to live up to this expectation, and do my job well.  I am not expected to play with the key, I am expected to keep it until Mom needs it.  I am expected to be trustworthy and do my job, no matter how small it is. I am expected to be an adult and participate in the family. 

Being a child of The King is no different. I am to take what is entrusted me and use it as instructed.  Plain and simple.  Help me, Lord be a faithful child!