It pays to keep on thanking God for the unexpected simple blessings He gives.
My five year old grandson called me the other day asking if I had his stuff animal, Squirrelly. I had bought Squirrelly for him about four months ago. Somehow he couldn’t find him, and wanted to know if I had him. “Feeling his sadness, I regretably said, “No…I do not.” He whinned , “I want Squirrelly.” When I assured my grandson I didn’t have Squirrelly, He wanted to know if I could get Squirrelly for him again. He ask me to go to the store to get him. He also requested that Squirrelly sqeaked as before. That was a tall order! However, I told him, “I will go to the store and get Squirrelly a brother.” I knew the odds were less than slim that there would be another Squirrelly in that store. They were in limited quantity at the time. Because of my love and sadness for my grandson (not to mention the urgency in his voice), I decided to go.
When I got to the store, there were many stuff animals on the shelves, but no Squirrelly to be found. I looked up and down and all around. I finally located a blue bear that squeaked. I was happy. Maybe he’ll be satisfied with this stuff animal since he too could squeak, I thought. I mean , a squeak is a squeak. It shouldn’t matter the stuffed animal as long as it squeaked, right?
After convincing myself my grandson will love this animal and forget about Squirrelly, I decided to just look around in the store just to be looking. I happened to wander over against a wall inside the store and looked down. To my surprise, more stuff animals! I stooped down and began leisurely looking through the stuff animals. Finding Squirrelly wasn’t really on my mind anymore (since I had convinced myself I had the right animal my grandson would love). However, as I dug deep into the pile of stuff animals, I couldn’t believe my eyes! There it was…another Squirrelly! (the only one left in the store). How did I know this? I asked. I was going to buy him a supply of Squirrelies if available.
“Wow,” I said, “Thank you Jesus for hearing the simple cry of my grandson.” I had no doubt it was God leading me to the place where He was going to answer a child simple request. God again reminded me that day He does hear our fainted most simpliest cry! I continued to thank and Praise God for His kindness toward a little child…and even to all His children, big and little. The moral of this story is, we must never stop making our requests to God, no matter how small; He will hear us.
I was so grateful my grandson called that day. My heart was blessed to give Glory and Praise to God, our Prayer Answerer. My heart was further encouraged to keep on thanking Him no matter what, even for answering our smallest unexpected requests.
Needless to say, my grandson was off the chain to have Squirrelly again! After grasping Squirrelly, He hugged me so tight I could hardly breathe. He yelled, Squirrelly! Then just as loud, he exclaimed, “Thank you Grandma Kitty!” As he was thanking me, I was thanking God. Everyone should keep on thanking God in everything, no matter how small.add another page.