Last week, my seven-year-old daughter walked up to me and asked
for a pocket-knife lesson. As you can imagine, I was shocked. I
thought, "My daughter wants a knife lesson?" The more I thought
about it, my thoughts went from "What?" to "Cool!"
You should have seen us in just a few minutes. There we were sitting on
the deck whittling away on sticks. She had a smile a mile wide, and so
did I. When I told her that we were whittling, she thought I said,
"Fiddling." She said, "Dad,
I love to fiddle!"
The past few days I've spent with my ten-year-old nephew who is
visiting while on a school break. We have hunted, fished, played
basketball, laughed, and wrestled. It's a wonder we haven't broken
anything. There have probably been times this week that my wife has been glad
we have all girls - too much testosterone around the house this week.
Words fail me to explain the feeling I had watching him put a worm on his
hook for the first time, reeling in a fish, and learning to filet the fish for
supper. As we ate those bluegill he said, "This is the best fish
ever." The glow of
wonder and awe that has beamed from his eyes have reminded me of the little
blessings I too often take for granted.
God
keeps impressing on my heart the incredible impact that one person can have on
another if they will just spend a few minutes with them. This is no more
clearly seen than
