If my daughter will forgive me for talking about her feet . . .
I have a picture from when she was an infant, with me holding up her daddy’s big sock next to her tiny sock. I thought that would change, but if we took the same picture today it would look no different.
Such a tiny little foot my girl has, perfect for a glass slipper in the make-believe world, but in a shoe store it’s quite another challenge.
Jayme is engaged to be married this spring, and I told her we had better start hitting every shoe store now, to try to find the perfect shoe to go with that stunning gown we just bought. Inwardly, I held a bit of despair that we would be able to find a shoe that fit.
Yesterday we went into Herberger’s, to give shoe shopping a go. This is what happened:
She walked up to the dress shoes, put her hand on a shoe she loved, and tried it on.
It was her size.
It was exactly what she had hoped for.
It was on sale.
So we bought the pair and went home in shock that it had been that easy.
I worshiped. Because God is amazing in his grand salvation of our souls, but to me his love is even more amazing when he shows he cares about something little, really little, like my girl’s wedding shoes.
I have a go-to verse when life is perfect.
“Every good and perfect gift is from above, coming down from the Father of the heavenly lights . . .” (James 1:17 NIV).
Those shoes were a good and perfect gift, and I stop to acknowledge where they came from.
Let’s throw out godless phrases, like “Wow, what luck!”
No luck. Good things are always a gift, and we delight God when we take time to notice his goodness and say a humble thank you. Surely the Amish have a habit of looking to God and acknowledging his gifts in their daily lives.
What good and perfect gift has come down to you lately?