Those were three-year-old Caleb's words to his mom as he presented her his pear.
That reminds me of something that happened to my heart just yesterday. My son and two daughters live in Texas and New York, while I remain in North Carolina. Trips are planned and intentional. There is never an impromptu Sunday afternoon get-together. For some reason, just a day or so ago, I was overwhelmed by how much I miss them.
I'll be sixty soon, and my daughter-in-law startled me by asking what I was doing for that milestone birthday. Since I truly do not get hyped up over birthdays, I replied that we had no special plans. But then the strangest thing happened.
I broke into tears, suddenly remembering how much I miss my kids, their spouses and my grandkids. I was pretty annoyed for lapsing out of my usual strong, I-don't-need-much-self when my intuitive and very-good-to-me daughter-in-law said, "Thank you for sharing that with me."
As God and I wrestled through this later in the day, I felt His unmistakable nudge:
Ask Me to open this part of your heart for you.So I am Caleb, holding my heart up for God to open. He'll know what I mean and what to do with my request, just like Caleb's mom (my wise daughter-in-law) knows what he wants done with the pear and how to do it.
It's Saturday--if God sneaks up on you and asks you to hold open part of your heart for Him to open, I hope you'll consider it.
I'd love the company.
Photographer: Katie Kime
