My first grandchild is as perfect a child as any can be. She is smart, gregarious, and loves her grandma—the most important thing! She is as wonderful as any little sinner can be; and though she is most often cheerful and compliant, she is very capable of theatrical grumps.
When I was visiting over Christmas, I needed a bandaid for an “owie” on my finger, so I helped myself to her special Disney bandaids. I think I chose Belle. #1 was very put out that I had used one of her very special bandaids and proceeded to let me know it! Her grump did not last long and soon was forgotten.
As I reflected later, a thought occurred to me: I was the one who gave her the special bandaids, because as everyone knows, a child’s hurt is always made better with the application of something more expensive than generic–with cartoons on it. I had supplied her with Tinker Bell, Minnie, Belle, Ariel, and a host of others—even a whole box of Mickeys! In #1’s moment of possessiveness, that fact was lost to her. She was only aware of her own need, not grandma’s, nor the actual source of her precious prizes. How like that we are.
We are so much more aware of our own needs than another’s. We are so possessive of our time, gifts, and even our words so that our own need, which looms large, comes first. But what we possess has been a gift; and by giving to others, we give to Him.
God has given me so much. If I was to write a New Year’s resolution, which I typically don’t, it would be this:
I hope that in this next year I can see beyond my own pain to see another’s,
that I can forego some of my own comfort to seek another’s comfort,
and that I may clearly and often recognize who has given it all
so that I may live open-handed and open-hearted with eternity in mind.