So the giving saga of our family continues (where God is using my children to convict me about becoming more generous with my finances and things). This time it was Siah.
A co-worker’s daughter was hit by a car on her way to elementary school. And I went to see her in the hospital and take her gifts. I asked the kids if they would like to give her anything. Button ran upstairs and found something spectacular for her (no surprise). Siah, on the other hand, couldn’t think of a thing. But my mom had just sent them a big box full of candy and gifts for pre-Christmas opening. So Button suggested he take the candy cane filled with m&m’s that granma gave him and give that to the girl. Siah really struggled with this, but after a long talk with Niki in which Siah was reminded of all God says about giving, he gave the girl his candy cane. And she loved it.
Niki suggested we incentivize Siah by giving him something bigger than the candy cane that evening so he would experience the truth of the Bible: “Give and it will come back to you, good measure pressed down and shaken together and running over.” I said No. I’ve done that several times already, and I’m concerned Siah is now giving because of what he will get rather than giving to give. It’s becoming an investment opportunity rather than a gift. Let’s just see what God does. This is between him and God.
Fast forward to one week later. I went to our church’s women’s night/Christmas party where we had the gift exchange. I got exactly what I wanted (Arbonne sea salt scrub), that is of course until Michele stole it from me at the very end of the party and I was stuck with something random – a bag with Christmassy sock gloves. “Well, I could put these in Button’s stocking,” I thought. That night when I got home (late), I inadvertently left the gift bag on the coffee table.
Which meant that the next morning, the first thing Button saw – and got into – was the bag. Me, in good Christian mom fashion, barked out, “GET OUT OF THERE. THAT’S NOT YOURS.” It didn’t really work, though, because Button had seen something — something I had failed to see. Out of the bag she lifted the candy that came with the socks — a candy cane filled with m&m’s. Both her and Siah’s eyes were wide as saucers: “Mom! Look! Jesus gave Siah back his candy cane!!!”
She was RIGHT. It was the exact same candy cane Siah had given the girl. Here I had made a fuss at the party about losing the gift exchange, and in fact I came out the biggest winner of all. My gift was a fulfillment of a promise God had made to my son: Give and it will come back to you. And I completely missed it until a little child pointed it out to me. So clueless! I thought, “I wonder how many other miracles of God or answers to prayer I miss simply because I don’t see it (or maybe because I’m too busy complaining about it)?” Then I asked God to forgive me and to give me faith like a child.
Oh, you should have seen Siah start jumping around ecstatically – just like adults do when they get huge answers to huge prayers. And he polished off most the candy in that candy cane within 10 minutes. As he should have. I bet Jesus was so tickled over the whole thing.
And in other news, I’ve decided I want to be like Button. To give what I cannot give. To see what I cannot see. No wonder the kingdom of heaven belongs to such as these.