Today, I took my kids to the toy store—Jack wanted to buy a space shuttle with the allowance money he’s saved. He hadn’t had the toy five minutes when Jane asked to play with it.
To my surprise, he let her.
To my further surprise, after she’d played with it for a couple minutes, Jane said, “Here you, go, Jack,” and gave it back to him.
It was one of those graced moments when the precious oil of anointing falls on your life, and you know you are blessed.
And at the same time, it was such a small thing I feel a little silly mentioning it, like I’m making a mountain out of a molehill.
But then I think of the mustard seed and am heartened: great things come from small and humble starts; faith as a mustard seed can move mountains. So I’ll keep looking for the kingdom of God in my own small life, in the nooks and crannies (or toy stores), anticipating glimpses of Resurrection, the new life of unity in the Holy Spirit.
an edited repost from the archives
