There was a rap on the door and when I opened it there was a golden-haired tiny little Rapunzel child on my step. She was carrying an ENORMOUS gold bag and when I opened the door she looked up at me and said "I love you Abbie-Dab and I came over here to bring you this present I made for you".
This little thing has hair the color of spun gold floating down her back to the top of her long colt-like legs – it looks like a golden river. And just a year and a half ago, she was a little baby- with a baby-head of hair just starting to grow out of the double-pony tails her mom used to design on both sides of her cherub head. She is my precious little Rapunzel niece.
Opening the oversized gold shiny bag, I realized that it contained a homemade “box”. The "box" had been carefully created out of tablet-paper, decorated with crayons and markers and colored pencils and was held together not only by careful folding and corner tucking but also by TAPE (yep, she is related to me!).
I was THRILLED and squealed over the creativity of the BOX!!!! –
That is when Rapunzel spoke up and said with a little giggle, “Oh, Abbie-Dab – you are so funny – OPEN THE BOX!!! There is a present inside of it!!!
And sure enough – I carefully fingered the BOX open and inside of it was yet another decorative creation –made out of construction paper, and again decorated with crayons, colored pencils, markers AND SPARKLES (another sign that she and I are definitely of one mind – tape and sparkles!!! Hooray!) It was a little paper "flying heart" and this one was 3-D as well!!! With wings that really could flutter.
I SCREAMED out my excitement, exclaiming over my present, telling her how dearly I loved it and how special it would always be to me. (She makes me crazy!!!)
She just giggled and said “Oh, thank you - "Abbie - Dab that is for you to remember that your heart has wings".
I looked up at her mom who stood on the sidelines and she just shrugged her shoulders and said "I don't have any idea where that came from --- "
MiKaela is a wild child to me - she teaches me all the time and accepts me just like I am, she loves me even though I don’t know why. But I don’t have to perform for her – she just genuinely likes me – she genuinely accepts and values me and loves me quietly and out loud. And somehow in her deepest self – she understands things about me and about God that I am still trying to learn. She tells her mother that her Abbie-Dab reminds her of butterflies in the sunshine --- is that not totally amazing!!!????
My prideful self would like to think that something of me has rubbed off on this child to make her think of such strange things but I know -- she just IS THE WAY SHE IS. She is always a surprise to me – and she certainly doesn’t stop surprising her mother. No matter what she is doing -- she suddenly will open her mouth and out of it will come something like "I wonder if Abbie Dab knows she is a butterfly?" -- Her mother will turn around and simply say, "uhm, you are thinking of your auntie Debbie?"…..she answers, "yes, and if she is a butterfly -- I think she would be gold".
You know -- I wonder if we would live out of lives differently and adhere to different value systems or should I say, value things and others differently if we really realized how often the Lord thinks of us. Would we think of Him more - and wonder what he was doing and if He needed anything from us? Or wanted anything for us? I giggle at the thought of creating a little present of our hearts to give to Him – We could haul it over to him in a GIGANTIC shiny golden bag -- and watch intently as he opens it -- and listen to Him delight in every measure of the process -- we could watch Him as he took out the flying heart that we made for Him and …OH, IT WOULD BE SO COOL.
Today, I received my first paycheck after being “awarded” a 15% cut in pay. The company was forced to employ this tactic for everyone in order to avoid another reduction in force. The economy is hurting. I ripped open the envelope and you know what? The first thing I thought about was not my insurance rates that just went up that very morning -- or what I was going to cut back on or what I could sell to make up the difference. The first thing I thought of was that little flying heart – the one that has wings that can really flutter….it’s small enough to fit in the palm of my hand and yet – IT’S HUGE!!!!
"Lay not up for yourselves treasures upon earth, where moth and rust doth corrupt, and where thieves break through and steal; but lay up for yourselves treasures in heaven, where neither moth nor rust doth corrupt, and where thieves do not break through nor steal; For where your treasure is, there will your heart be also." Matthew 6:20-21