Yesterday, I had to go to the office to meet one of our volunteers (Gary). He was going to set up a booth at a local event. He and his wife have been volunteering with us now for quite a while. Amazing people. We were gathering up items for him. Also gathering items for me to transport to a couple other volunteers. They are setting up a display booth next week in Kansas City. Husband and wife combo. The story about meeting them is pretty incredible. I will save it for another day. While we were there, I received a phone call from another one of our volunteers. She and her husband have been volunteers with us now for five years. She was calling me to tell me a funny story.
While I was at the office, her sister drove by. Her sister has a three-year-old child. The three-year-old saw me sitting on the parking lot talking to Gary. She noticed my wheelchair. She made a comment to her mother that I was sitting in my “magic” chair. I love it. What a great way of looking at things. Magic chair. She understands that the chair helps me get around. Therefore it’s magic. Don’t you love the innocence of a child. The way they view things. Sometimes, I wish I could see things through their lenses.
Something else that I view as magical. Some thing that we should all view as magical. Because of the way it helps us get around. That is the love we get from our Lord and Savior. It’s not magic in the true sense of the word. It’s “magical” because it’s powerful. His love is beyond anything we can ever imagine. We are his children. He is our protector. He is our teacher. I think it’s time that we start looking at him in these ways. We should revere him. We should honor him and look at him through the lens of a child. And see him for all that he is.
