Oops. I haven't posted since September. Consistency has never been my strong suit. I get achy pretty often with words scratching and pressing to get out. I guess today the ache burst open.
You see, lately
my youngest has been wiggling to shed his toddler skin. I have a hundred stories of his most recent discoveries and antics and thoughts come aloud.
Just this morning he was frustrated because he couldn't see his own head. And when I went to cut up the strawberries for breakfast, there were three with bites out of them. Oh, this one!
But my delight in my little one, and in his Creator, crescendoed this weekend reminding me that
it is not because of me, but in spite of me, that Corban's view of the unseen is developing along with his little body.
He played in the bounce house, sang the song,
ate gobbled the cake, watched as the presents were opened, and
went home a very contented young man with his orange helium balloon. But the desert spring winds are kicking up early this year, and a big gust yanked the string from Corban's little grasp, and
we all watched as the prized balloon danced into the atmosphere.
Immediately tears fell from his expressive brown eyes. "My balloon, my balloon!"
I tried to help him see the poetry in a balloon frolicking free in the breeze, but I was of no comfort. Older brother was maybe a little more consoling.
"Corban," said wise big brother, "
Just imagine your balloon is a gift to God. You can give it to God as a present to tell him thank you." Corban's tears abated, but the whole ride home I could hear an occasional sob from the back seat.
Corban prayed before dinner that evening. "Dear God, Thank you for Mommy and Daddy and Micah and the ketchup.
Please send my orange balloon back to me. Amen."
Then it was my turn for tears.
This was his first true request from the Almighty, his first honest expression of his own two-year-old faith. I think his previous prayers had been copies or promptings. But here he was revealing his own heart-felt longings to the Maker of Heaven and Earth. Oh, Lord, may this be the first in a long line of precious and candid conversations with you.
His faith is big though.
He hasn't grown jaded by vague perceptions of unanswered prayers or untruthful ideas that God doesn't really care. Colossians 4:2 instructs us, "Continue steadfastly in prayer, being watchful in it with thanksgiving."
And Corban was watchful. Driving to the grocery store two days later, he spied an orange balloon floating high over the grand opening of a dry cleaner. "My balloon!," he squealed, "God sent it back to me!" And he smiled, blissfully admiring his orange balloon as I pushed the grocery cart inside as slowly as possible.
"Truly, I say to you, whoever does not receive the kingdom of God like a child shall not enter it." -Jesus in Luke 18:17
