At church Sunday we sat by a young family I'd not met before. We go to a praise service which basically means it's pretty laid back....dress up or dress down, bring the kids and your coffee and just come worship. A beautiful little girl sat next me - one empty seat between us. I smiled and said hello, she ducked her head and looked up at me. We connected. In our own way. Without words really.
During the songs at the beginning of the service she was busy decorating a foam cross. She sat on the floor as if she were in her play clothes instead of the darling peach colored dress with matching hair ribbons and white mary janes with sparkly bows that her mother had so lovingly put on her that morning. At the end of one of the songs I leaned down and whispered, "I love your cross...you do beautiful work!" She smiled and continued her labor. When she finished it she scooted down by me and handed it to me...."I made it for you."
I held it to my heart and said thank you. And then I handed her a pen and asked her to write her name so I could remember it forever.
Emma....a precious gift from God. I guess since I was so appreciative she dug in her striped "busy bag" (one of several I'd made the year before that are kept in the sanctuary for the children) and colored two pictures; one was for me and the other for her mother. I'm sure her mother has many works of art on her refrigerator but I only have one right now. Don't you love moments of connection like that...she had no idea I'd made the bag filled with activities for her.
I love moments of grace when God gives us something we don't even know we need.