Don’t stop the children from coming to me because the Kingdom of God belongs to them.
A brown leaf, crumpled and worn, caught the eye of my granddaughter, Bella. She bent down and lovingly picked it up and cradled it in her hands. “Look, Grandma!” she exclaimed, holding her hands out for me to see her treasure.
“Ohhh, that’s a lovely leaf,” I responded. She nodded and walked on a little bit in front of me, head down, looking for more delights nestled in the park’s grass.
“I want to show Mommy and Daddy my leaf,” She said as she stepped back closer to me. She tenderly placed it in the empty stroller and smiled at me, her eyes bright and shining.
“Dear God, I want Bella’s ability to see the beauty in a dry, dead leaf—the beauty of your creation—the beauty of you,” I said.
God knelt down next to Bella and opened His arms wide and hugged her. He looked up at me and smiled. “You can have what she has if you love as she does.”
“Home, Grandma,” Bella said, her arms above her head asking me to pick her up and put her in the stroller.
As I pushed her the blocks toward home, I pondered God’s words. The simple love of a child is what we need. I took my right hand off the stroller and reached out and took God’s hand. The three of us journeyed the rest of the way, our hearts so connected that they felt like one.