At any rate, my daughter asked if we could sit and talk. Of course I am going to honor that request. All she wanted to talk about was a story idea she had. If only there were an emoji for an authorial father beaming with pride. And I have to say that, when she finally had written a little bit of the story, and read it to me, I was rather surprised by the acumen, possibly the intuitive grasp of what makes a children's story book narrative good.
And you-the-regular-reader might start to see where I am going with that, however I am not going there (not with this morsel): I was just tickled and wanted to write about it.
No, it was yesterday, when my daughter asked if we could go get the bicycles my mother had given them money for at Christmas -- and that not for want of trying to pick them out herself, but just not knowing their bike-size -- that immediately I sprang into action, and hurried us off to Academy. I wanted her to have a good bike, and the bikes for her size are a little ... advanced. My daughter is tall, and most children her height are slightly older. My daughter, however, is also willing and wanting to move at her highest proficiency, so, while only slightly dubious, I still got her the bike she chose. It was a nice bike, with basic shocks and grip-shifters. My son, younger, as well, got a bike which seems to fit him nicely.
It should be noted that, along with the bike, we managed to find some very appropriate helmets -- hers has pictures of cats, his a red, spiky mohawk -- and cheap bike locks, if we decide to bicycle to school.
When my daughter asked if we could go get them their bikes, yes, I wanted them to have what was promised them and what I had promised my mother I would do with her provision of resources. But more so, more than just honoring the word I made to my mother, I wanted my children and my daughter especially to have the best thing for them. Not just what might fit, or what could be made do with. Something she had a hand and a choice even in picking out, so that it would feel like hers, like she had made it hers by her choice.
Seeing this heart for her I can easily see God's father heart for us, how He wants for us to have the best, and even to have the new helmet that goes along with it. And the completeness of the gift He wants for us as well, even by the bringing in of our choice or preference into play.
I think this is all the more impetus for us to, as it says in the New Teastament Epistle, 1 Peter 5, 5-7,
"5You younger men, likewise, be subject to your elders; and all of you, clothe yourselves with humility toward one another, for GOD IS OPPOSED TO THE PROUD, BUT GIVES GRACE TO THE HUMBLE. 6Therefore humble yourselves under the mighty hand of God, that He may exalt you at the proper time, 7casting all your anxiety on Him, because He cares for you"
Granted, while this is directed at "young men" I think the principle applies to all: humble yourselves before God, who is wanting the best for you and committed to the best for you (even in the things for which you are anxious), going forward in loving others, and when you are anxious, cast your cares on Him so you can be free to go forward loving others . He is wanting good, the best things for you. Being freed of cares as you move forward loving others, He will even exalt you when it is time.