Meeting a Need

While taking care of two of my grandsons last week, I was blessed to observe the 21-month-old react to having a new baby brother.

While he was uncertain at first, he showed a servant’s heart within a few hours after the baby came home. His dad (my son) was putting the baby in the crib and asked his wife if the baby needed a blanket.

Next thing we knew, big brother had gone to his room, retrieved his own blanket and stuffed toy—his bedtime favorites—and carried them to the baby’s room, where he put them in the crib. He was willing to give up—at least for a short while—things that are precious to him in order to help his brother.

I pray that his willingness and desire to meet the needs of others will grow as he matures.

Jesus told His disciples that serving others will be rewarded one day: “‘I was hungry and you gave me something to eat, I was thirsty and you gave me something to drink, I was a stranger and you invited me in, I needed clothes and you clothed me, I was sick and you looked after me, I was in prison and you came to visit me.’ Then the righteous will answer him, ‘Lord, when did we see you hungry and feed you, or thirsty and give you something to drink? When did we see you a stranger and invite you in, or needing clothes and clothe you? When did we see you sick or in prison and go to visit you?’ The King will reply, ‘I tell you the truth, whatever you did for one of the least of these brothers of mine, you did for me’ (Matthew 25:35-40, NIV).”

Most of the time, I am unwilling to give up my own convenience, much less my most treasured possessions, to help someone in need. But watching my young grandson do so has increased my own desire to make sacrifices to meet the needs of the “least of these,” in order to serve the King of Kings.

The Joy of a Child

I’ve just returned from spending a week with my 1½-year-old grandson (and a few days with his newborn brother).
Those days made me appreciate—once again—the small things in life that we take for granted.
What fun it was to show him animals at the zoo that he had seen only in picture books or on TV. In one of the monkey exhibits, a paste had been put on the inside glass that the monkeys would lick off, and my grandson—as did many other children—took great joy in putting his finger or his mouth up to the monkey’s mouth.
I watched his excitement at being close to airplanes as they took off and landed.
He laughed when his granddad put his favorite ball into a basketball net, where it got stuck. Granddad found a stick to push the ball up and out of the net, which got more laughter—and, of course, pleas to do it again. And I was grateful that he didn’t laugh when Grandma took several tries to put the ball into the basket.
Do you remember when you got excited at seeing those big planes fly? Or the first time you saw “wild” animals in a zoo or at a circus? The success of putting the ball in the net, or the joy of going down a slide?
I was also thrilled to hold my new grandson within an hour of his birth—something I did not get to experience with my first two grandchildren. With all three of my children’s babies, I’ve been in awe that they are “flesh of my flesh.” I enjoy just watching them sleep, holding their tiny hands, stroking their soft heads.
These times are even more poignant because they occur far less frequently than we would like—the children live over a thousand miles away, so the visits are too far apart and too soon over. But I treasure each moment as it comes.
The LORD has done great things for us, and we are filled with joy (Psalm 126:3, NIV).