A LITTLE GIRL’S ANSWER FOR THE WORLD
Skinny. Adorable. Missing a couple of front teeth. Energizer bunny rabbit energy. Love galore. Bubbly. Bubbling over with life. The six-year-old little beauty followed me outside her house after I finished giving medication to a dog. I didn’t think much of it when I asked her three little questions, and I certainly didn’t expect an answer so HUGE.
Off-the-beaten-track. Out-of-the-blue. Off-the-wall. Topsy curvy, upside down, not-what-normal-people-typically-ask, in-the-midst-of-life-as-usual questions. I’ve asked questions like this many times before. Words commonly come tumbling out of my mouth, with a life of their own. I am raw, I am bold, and I am uninhibited.
My mouth has a life of its own, it seems, and I can be delighted or horrified and anything in between when I watch my words come springing forth. I never seem to know how people will respond. How can I, not especially when I’m forever trying to keep up with my unleashed life? Suffice it to say, I had met my match in the response that came springing forth from the little girl’s heart.
Where other people might think too much before they speak, I often speak before I think too much. Such is the life of this free-roaming, free-range, Shabby Chick Christian. Every once in a while, I am surprised, and blessed, and entertained when I cross paths with somebody who has an equally productive, and creative, and unleashed mouth – and heart! Especially, most especially, when that heart is overflowing with the very same thing mine is.
The questions. A trio of questions.
1. Would you like a hug?
The answer? Immediate. YES! She wrapped her skinny arms around me and gave me a little girl’s hug.
2. Do you love Jesus?
Now how out of blue is that for a girl who was such a stranger to me that she had shortly before asked me my name?
Her answer? Immediate. YES!
3. What do you love most about Him?
Now what kind of question is that? Hey, I couldn’t help myself. I didn’t pre-think it. I didn’t pre-plan it. It just came spinning forth – as usual, mind you.
Not immediate. No response at all – not yet anyway.
Uh oh? Nope. Her little heart was beating. I couldn’t see it, but a heart like hers surely beats, beats, beats. Right?
Should I help her? Nah. Did I say something? Can’t remember. Because truthfully, all I can remember is this.
Little did she know. In her innocence, in her little girl’s mind, in her little girl’s heart, how could she possibly have known? I mean, how much does she really know about the world? How much does she really understand our world is in such dire straits? Seems to me she doesn’t concern herself with the world around her, not in the way we big people do anyway.
After all, this little girl already has the answer.
What do you love most about Jesus?
“He gives us life,” the six-year-old girl answered matter of factly.
- The thief does not come except to steal, and to kill, and to destroy. I have come that they may have life, and that they may have it more abundantly.