I love Christmas, even the commercialism of it. I have three Christmas trees and bake enough for our family for a month. My role as a grandparent is to lavish love and affection in every form on my grandkids whether it’s by playing “Kissy Monster” or giving them stuff. So Christmas is just another excuse to deluge my loved ones with gifts and victimize them with my crafts!
Since my grandson Liam was born, I’ve been singing him a song I composed all by myself to the tune of “Rubber Ducky.”
“Cuddle Bunny, You’re so cute, Stick with me, you’ll get some loot! Cuddle Bunny, I’m awfully fond of you...doot, do doodley do!”
For the past two years Liam has been baptized into the world of Thom- as the Tank Engine. He has collected, with Grandma’s help, every engine. However, during the last Christmas rush, we were having trouble finding the two he really wanted, Gordon and Henry. We checked Wal-Mart everyday and combed the Internet and its Thomas-infested websites. No Gordon and Henry. When we said several times, “We can’t find Gordon and Henry anywhere...!” we didn’t realize that he was listening.
One night about two days after Christmas, he was putting his coat on to leave for home. Suddenly, Liam started crying, “Grandma, we have to go to Wal-Mart right now!” (Wow, does my grandson have my DNA, I thought.)
“What’s wrong, honey!” Grandma exclaimed.
“We can’t find Gordon and Henry! They’re lost!” he cried, terror filling his small voice. The island of Sodor full of engines with happy faces was real to him. Promising to go to Wal-Mart the next day, we sent him home with his mama and papa.
A few minutes later, our daughter, Sarah, called. “Mom, you won’t believe it. Liam is in the backseat praying.” He looked out into the darkness and pled aloud, ‘God, do You see Gordon? Do You see Henry?’
I ran to my computer and went online. On the first website, I found Gordon and Henry; this, after weeks of looking! Two days later they arrived. When Liam came to our house later that day, he hugged Gordon and Henry to his little bosom. Gratefully, he kept exclaiming spontaneously, “Thank you so much... Thank you so much!”
The next morning I awoke mulling over how quickly the Lord had answered Liam’s prayer. Deciding I wanted in on this flow I said, “God, do you see my bank account?”
I had forgotten about it, when 2 weeks later, I received an envelope in the mail. A couple we had met in Toronto who live in another state had sold a house. Wanting to share the proceeds with some friends in ministry, they prayed, “Lord, who?”
“Your face came to mind, the moment we started praying,” the letter said. “Your heavenly Father just wants you to know that He has not forgotten you...” the letter continued. A cheque for $2,300 fell out of the envelope.
On Sunday, I shared with the congregation, “How much more shall your Father in Heaven give good gifts to them that ask Him!” (See Matthew 7, Luke 11). I believe God gives us kids in order to share a little piece of His heart with us. Until I had kids, and Mail: now grandkids of my own, God’s love was an even greater mystery to me.
But now, when I see the Lord enter into the imaginary world of a three- year-old child, I realize that He stands ready to enter into my diminutive version of His reality. The intelligence gap between God and me is far wider than the gap between my version of reality and my grandson, Liam’s.
Your Heavenly Father is just as delighted to give you your heart’s desire as He was to help Liam find Gordon and Henry. If you are desperate today, get in on the flow. Why not pray, “God, do you see...?”
Originally Published July/August 2006 Editor Melinda Fish