A Nice Thing About God

As I was in the garden one day, weed-proofing pathways through the plants, one of the girls came to help me for awhile. We had a nice little conversation and I thanked God for it when we prayed after our talk.

The sun was low, and the light was beautiful. She said, “Neekola, you don’t have a Mama, do you?”

“No, I don’t.”

“You don’t have a Papa either, do you?”

“No.”

She was silent for a minute, then said, “I don’t either ... not a Mama nor a Papa. Do you have a babushka?”

“No.”

“Neither do I,” she said, “but I have an Aunt and an Uncle.”

“Oh, that’s good!” I said, hoping her Aunt and Uncle were good people. “It’s a blessing to have at least some family.” She smiled.

“Do you ever get sad when you think about your Mama?” I asked. She nodded, and I said, “I do too. Today when we drove back from shopping I cried a little bit because I missed my Mama.” She smiled again. I could see she liked that.

“That’s a special thing about God,” I told her. “People can’t always be with us, but He is always there for us and we can tell him how we feel about things.” She smiled. That night when we prayed there was a new level of closeness between us.

We were covering this tarp with soil to weed-proof the garden paths

Comments

[Lafe]

powerful!