I get carsick very easily. I always have.
A few months ago, I was in the passenger’s seat of our car and my three-year-old daughter said, “Daddy, I can’t find it.” She was talking about this little plastic Cinderella figure her mom gave her.
“I can’t turn around or it will make me sick,” I said.
“I can’t get it,” she said, her voice quivering.
I felt sorry for her, and I didn’t want her to cry. So at the risk of making myself puke, I turned around and dug behind my seat looking for it as the car bobbed down the road.
Cinderella was nowhere to be found, and my daughter was getting closer to having a breakdown over her lost figurine. Despite the fact that I was getting slightly nauseous, I unbuckled my seatbelt, rearranged all the toddler junk in the floor behind me, dug around, and pulled a muscle in my back trying to find Cinderella.
Finally, I used my sunglasses to fish the figurine into my grasp and handed it to my daughter, who beamed with joy when I gave it to her. It pleased me to be her hero – even though it was over something relatively insignificant to the rest of the universe.
Listen, God is a way better daddy than I am, and if that’s true, then He cares about the little things in your life – all of them. But if you’re like me, that’s hard to believe. We feel so guilty for bringing our silly requests to God when there are kids starving and moms dying of cancer.
The thing is though, starving kids and moms with cancer don’t change the nature of our relationship with God. We are still his children, and He is still our Abba Father.
So go out on a limb today and ask Him for something that only a kid would ask their Daddy for. You watch: the next thing you know He’s going to be bending over backwards to show you how much He loves you.
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