His little legs squat and he reaches for a dandelion. The dandelion resists. Pudgy awkward fingers struggle again to grasp it, to pull harder. Still the dandelion remains firmly planted. He tries again and again with no success.
Our morning journey zigzags through dandelions and honeysuckle, over the hills and valleys of the yard. He discovers rocks to carry, bugs to follow, sticks to swing and lilacs to smell.
He follows a dried leaf blowing through the air. When the merry little breezes allow it to fall to the ground, Johnathan picks it up. It is a lesser prize, but at least it's something.
Small arms lift the dried leaf toward the heavens. He babbles words up into the sky that I don't understand, but surely he is discussing his leaf with The Creator.
He drops the dried leaf and plops down among the golden dandelions. He slowly reaches toward a bright, golden dandelion and plucks it from the ground.
Johnathan grins and lifts his treasure to the sky so God can see it. Then he stands up and looks at me. He smiles sweetly and gives away his treasure to me.
There is a God who sees you and He is not silent.
Ask. And it will be given to you. Seek. And you will find. Knock. And the door will be opened for you.
LOVE it!
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