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In our basement, we've put up a folding table so that the girls, ages 8 and 7, have a place to create. Ariel, the oldest, has naturally pushed her sister over and reduced Miranda off the table and onto a box. Miranda never complained and set up her little pencil cup, her little decorations and her little chair. But after a few weeks of this, she confessed to me. She really didn't like the arrangement and she wanted her own desk. I took her request seriously and looked around both the downstairs and the up for a little space, a corner, something that I could give her as her own. I asked my husband and neither of us could come up with a place. I never told her this was impossible. I just told her to give me some time, a solution would come from somewhere. A few days later, she came to me again. She said this time, "Mommy, if get a new desk, it would be nice, I guess. But I would really miss my box." I nearly cried. I hugged her and told her that she had learned an important lesson, the one of contentment. I told her that a contented heart will serve her well the rest of her life. Last weekend, without my knowledge, my sister-in-law was cleaning out her garage and asked my mother-in-law if we could use a little white table, with the Jenny Lind style legs and a matching white chair. My sweet MIL piped right up and said, "Miranda is using a box for a desk!" Grammy brought it to us and showed a very delighted Miranda. "God knew the desires of you heart, Miranda! You were blessed for your good attitude!" Amid the tears of joy, she agreed. God sees us. He knows our hearts. He blesses his children. |
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Posted by Beth/Mom2TwoVikings