trbccoffeebreak

“And he said: “Truly I tell you, unless you change and become like little children, you will never enter the kingdom of heaven.” Matthew 18:3 (NIV)

The blue-eyed 4-year-old approaches the area where I stand and announces to me that when we get ready to eat dinner, he will be the one sitting beside me. With much delight, I nod a ‘yes’ and smile at him. He is wearing a red Power Ranger costume, which has stuffed cotton sewn into the sleeves to give an impression of large muscles. He flexes his arm as if to say, “I’ve got the power,” and exits the area smiling.

That little guy’s name is Kylar Beckham, and he is my grandson. No need to say how special he made me feel with his affirmation that my presence at the dining table is wanted. I live in another state and don’t get to visit too often.   When I am here, I try to savor each moment I have with my son Lukas, daughter-in-love Jesie, and their three munchkins, my grandsons Tristan, Kylar and Adriel.

This Christmas season, mother nature chose to dump an obscene amount of snow in WNY, and here in the outskirts of Buffalo, we are snowed in and unable to leave home, as we have been assigned code red for this area concerning the danger due to ice, harsh winds and zero visibility.

It may be windy and cold outside, but no one in this family is complaining. We have each other, and we have what we need to feel contentment.

Life is full of choices, and we are given opportunities to choose between one thing and another; we are given opportunities to feel joy or to focus on misfortune. We can look out the window and feel bad because we cannot go outside or we can focus on what is inside and feel blessed that we have people we love around us.

My little Power Ranger has reminded me that the most precious things are not those that money can buy. Oftentimes, they come in a costume worn by a small child who thinks he has superpowers. Ahhh…. If we only were more like the little ones!

“Father God, thank You for the innocent minds of little children with big hearts.”

 For His Glory

Luska Natali
TRBC Women’s Life