As I painted furniture in the garage, my three-year-old daughter scribbled with crayons on the concrete floor. “I’m glad God chose you to be my mother,” she said. I wasn’t expecting it and asked, “What?” again. This time, “I am grateful that you are my mother of God,” she said more awkwardly. My eyes were welling up with tears. “Thank you, God, for giving me my mother,” my child began to pray. Thank you as well (I had not understood)…
Thank you for preparing my breakfast and pumpkin cookies today. I’m hoping we’ll be able to get them. She then blinked her eyes open and returned to her painting. “Who taught you everything?” I asked, trying to swallow the knot in my throat. She’s only three years old, and I never imagined she’d have such a big heart. Despite our encouragement, our daughter refused to pray aloud.
It’s incredible that her tiny heart can hold more love than I ever imagined, and that her thoughts can include concepts like God, love, and appreciation. “Thank you, Sheila,” I said, smiling. “I am overjoyed that God has blessed me with such a lovely lady. If my hands hadn’t been painted white and there hadn’t been such a big gap between us, I would have embraced her. That seemed to be the end of the conversation until my daughter asked another question.
“How long did you have to wait for me, Mom?” Sheila was curious. I must have told her this story a hundred times, but she insisted on hearing it one more time. “Yes, my dear,” I said as I walked up to her. I kept asking God for more, but it took a long time for him to give it to me. Then, when your father and I discovered you were in my womb, we were ecstatic!
“Did you ever wonder why God waited so long to give you a child? asked the young lady. “No, honey, I’m not sure,” I was surprised to say. His piercing blue eyes seemed otherworldly to me, and her wavy golden hair reflected the light. She appeared to be a thousand years old at the time. “He made me,” was all I needed to know. Sure! It made complete sense! Looking at her, I realized she had been resting for a long time on God’s bosom, as if heaven didn’t want to let her go.
I write this for all those who have waited a long time for the arrival of children. I’m writing this for people who have given up on having children. Don’t be down or angry at God. He is aware of your concerns. It makes your child for the time being. I’m not sure if you’ll have children through birth or adoption.
We are not given the ability to understand how everything in heaven works, but perhaps God does not give you a child for so long because he creates a true work of art. And one day, your child will tell you, “God simply created me for a very long time. And it will make you happy.
Please be patient.