Barbie shoes and random matchbox wheels, Lincoln logs, Lego’s, a sharp set of fairy wings- none of these suitable for small children to play with. Each of these items, potentially dangerous enough that they have to be reserved for later use.
This “Piece Bag” is a coveted thing around here. They clamor on chairs and pull at the cabinet, “can we pleeeeaaaase just look in it” the younger one howls. I often say “no” because I know what happens when they look in it. They begin to want, they covet, they long for things they are not ready for yet. I know what that’s like.
Many things in my life have at one point, rested out of reach, tucked away on the reserve shelf, not suitable for my handling, or mishandling as it might be. I have longed for and wished for and occasionally, whined for things that I wasn’t ready for. I know the ache of seeing that special thing glittering just out of reach, and I have prayed the prayers to ease the longing,
As I tucked my middle boy into bed, he looks droopy-eyed at me and he asks for something he cannot yet have. I smile weakly because I know his wanting and I know the challenge of waiting. Patience is a gene that I lack, shortchanged right from birth. I brush his shimmery gold-brown hair aside and tell him about the “piece bag”. We talk about how God has a “piece bag” of His own, for each of us, and though the one in our cupboard contains mostly hazardous odds and ends, God’s “piece bag” is infinitely more awesome, a treasure chest, overflowing with gifts that He will hand down, in His perfect timing.
We whisper there, in the bottom bunk, about how my special gift will not be his special gift, and how our gifts are as individual as we are.
I watch the snaggle-toothed smile spread across his face, when I tell him that God has a whole “piece bag” with his name on it. And he laughs and then asks in all seriousness, “does it really have my name on it?” I smile while my heart cracks open a little, the tears form in the corner of my eyes.
He asks the question we all want to know—
Does God really have special gifts, set aside for me? Without hesitation I choke out, “Yes! Yes my sweet boy, with only your name on it.” He rolls over and closes his eyes; He’s smiling now. I stand to leave, his hand finds mine, “I’m really happy now,” he says.
I pray his joy lasts as he holds out for what’s in his “piece bag”. I pray that he lives life contented–not longing too hard, not wishing. I pray that he remembers this night.
God will open His hands, He will give the perfect, appropriate gift with all of His love.Our names are stamped permanently in His heart, in His hands—
See, I have engraved you on the palms of my hands Isaiah 49:16
Sister-friends, if you are waiting for that special something, if you have a dream hanging in the window somewhere that seems out of reach or unattainable, Can I pray for you in your waiting? Would you just leave a little word below in the comments that I might pray with and for you, as you wait for the time to be right? God has a special “piece bag” with your name on it, and when the time is right, He will give it to you.
Take delight in the Lord, and he will give you the desires of your heart. Commit your way to the Lord; trust in him and he will do this: Psalm 37:4-5
By: Kris (Always Alleluia)