Ein Geschenk des Himmels
Here’s a story with quite a buzz.
The gift isn’t any multicolored coat.
I received a simple gift.
A simple, but very precious gift.
I learned a three year-old is smart.
A three year-old taught me what adults could not. She showed me God in a new light.
I learned what God cares most about;
I learned why He values the young.
A three year-old and God aren’t far apart. They both look at me and see past the skin.
My slow meandering gait scares them not, Yet they are quite fascinated by it.
They value me for who I am,
Not what I have become.
They don’t see this poor shell of a man; They see underneath at my heart.
They see what I could become;
They urge me to grow towards that.
They picture me as a reptile moulting its’ skin;
I’m a caterpillar ready to blossom to that new thing.
They wait in deep anticipation for the butterfly. They want to see just what colors I’ll shine.
They’ll sit and wait patiently for me to emerge.
Fifteen years later I’ve only started to emerge.
But, in the meantime I’ve watched the three year-old emerge into an adult.
And, that has been yet another wonderful gift.