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Topic: Surprised (09/06/07)
TITLE: Life Lessons from Grandma's Little Boy
By Sheri Gordon
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My three-year old grandson could hardly contain his excitement as I raced up the stairs to retrieve the gift. I knew his little face would be scrunched up in an ear-to-ear grin, making his cheeks look like bright pink ping pong balls. I heard him jumping up and down and clapping his hands as he hollered up the stairs. “Grandma, I’m so excited. I wonder what it is. Ooh -- I can hardly wait.”
Kenny’s unadulterated enthusiasm was infectious. I knew what the much-anticipated gift was, yet I, too, was grinning from ear-to-ear with the thought of my grandson’s obvious delight in the unknown present he was about to receive.
I walked slowly back down the stairs with the treasure hidden behind my back. Kenny’s curiosity had him straining his little neck, like a turtle popping out of its shell, in an attempt to see what I was carrying. By the time I reached the bottom step and withdrew the present from behind my back, Kenny could no longer control his excited squirms.
Before he even fully saw what was in my hands, Kenny was clapping and squealing again. “Oh, thank you, thank you, Grandma. I love it.”
With sparkling eyes of wonder, Kenny gingerly took the gift from me; a block puzzle with pictures of sea mammals, purchased at the fish ladders we visited earlier that day. The size of the souvenir didn’t matter to Kenny. The little boy with a room full of toys at his house, and a room full of toys at grandma and grandpa’s house, was genuinely thrilled that he had received an unexpected gift from someone who loved him.
As I watched my grandson’s animated display of amazement, I marveled at the pure joy of a child. Where did my childlike wonderment go? Why does the unexpected usually panic me rather than excite me? Why do I need everything in my life to be controlled … ordered?
Rather than be cranky when the alarm goes off in the morning, concerned about real or imagined worries of the day, I should greet the morning with demonstrative enthusiasm. Thank You, Lord, for Your beautiful creation. Thank You for all the blessings in my life. I can hardly wait to see the plans you have for me today.
Rather than screening calls to avoid annoying salespeople and ill-timed interruptions, I should run to answer the telephone with the eagerness of a teenager waiting for a call from their first love. Who’s on the other end, Lord? A family member or friend wanting to chat? A telemarketer needing to hear the voice of Jesus through me?
Rather than dreading the arrival of the postman, fearing more bills, I should sprint to the mailbox looking for that random piece of good news. A graduation announcement? A wedding invitation? A “Just Thinking of You” card from a friend?
Rather than thinking, Oh no, what’s wrong now? when one of my sons calls while I’m trying to accomplish some “very important task,” I should praise God that my boys still want to talk to me. “Hi son … no, I’m not busy. What’s up with you? Really? That’s great.”
Watching Kenny that day, I realized that I’m missing out on so much that the Lord has to offer to me – everyday. God wants me to start each day with excited anticipation of the unknown, and then squeal in delight when He reveals His awesome plans for my life.
Lord, forgive me for my adult ways. Forgive me for thinking I have to control my life. Please help me to become childlike in my amazement and wonder of the blessings You pour on me. Amen.
At that time Jesus, full of joy through the Holy Spirit, said, “I praise You, Father, Lord of heaven and earth, because You have hidden these things from the wise and learned, and revealed them to little children. Yes, Father, for this was Your good pleasure. Luke 10:21 NIV
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