Love In A Little Blue Car

A little toy matchbox car may not seem like much, unless it's  meant as encouragement to a car-crazy boy.  "Wheel-wheel" came out of Samuel's mouth long before he knew many other words. A year or so later, he was devastated  when he realized that the big wheels on the "car" shopping carts are nothing but paint.  His first love prompted his first meltdown.

Yesterday, as we prepared to leave church, an older woman came up and handed Samuel a little blue car. Mrs A. said she had promised it to him because he had been so good during worship services. After his first week seating quietly up front, she'd asked Samuel what color car he wanted, and he declared: "blue." I wasn't even aware of this conversation, but this dear woman knew exactly what pleased Samuel and went out of her way to make sure the little gift was exactly right.

One day, Lord willing, he'll reach the point where sitting through church will be no big deal. Maybe he'll have his own big car to clean and polish and drive proudly down the street. But for this sunny Monday, we have one small boy, one small car, and one encouraged Mama ...