Lord, Could You Please Help the Bean Bags Sell?May 19
*****SEE UPDATE AT BOTTOM OF POST!!*******
“Lord, could you please help the bean bags sell?” I found myself pleading with God this morning. Colin’s first grade class has Brazilian Market Day today. They are learning about economics. How to buy and sell, the law of supply and demand, etc. Each child was to bring in 24 homemade products to sell. The accepted currency is Brazilian Bucks, earned for good behavior.
Colin wanted to make bean bags. Together we picked fabric from my scrap pile, choosing just the right colors for both boys and girls. I taught him how to measure and cut with the cutting board, then assisted him using the sewing machine. His big job was putting in the beans.
He left this morning with an overloaded backpack brimming with bean-filled squares and hopes. Hopes that his classmates would love them, and they would sell. Here is where we find me praying, “Lord, please help the bean bags sell.” As I prayed for the sell of the colorful toss-arounds I wondered if God ever chuckles at the prayers of mothers. I know I certainly offer up plenty of “Mommy Prayers.”
Lord, please help him to hit the ball off the pitch.
Please, could you just help him to get on base?
Oh, please Lord let the pink gum-ball come out. She has her mind set on it.
Lord, please help him keep his apple on the tree today.
Father, please don’t let her see that squashed squirrel in the road.
Please don’t let there be any poo-poo in these panties.
We serve a mighty God who cares about every detail of our lives. One that knows when mommies have had enough. One that knows the tender hearts and hopes of every child. He certainly hears each prayer we offer and answers each and every one. Sometimes not the way we wish, but always the way that is best.
And does He chuckle when He hears some of the outlandish prayers we mothers send his way? I’m sure He does, because He is the maker of all things funny. So again I ask, “Lord could you please help the bean bags sell?”
Don’t let the look on his face fool you, he sold them all! The bean bags were a hit! I told him to pose with the items he was able to buy from his sales. He insisted on posing with his hand made sign, as well.
He put it on the “Clost” side, because he was “clost” for business as he put it. “Smile,” I urged as I got ready to snap the picture, only moments before the smile couldn’t be wiped from his face. “Why are you frowning?” I questioned. He just pointed to the sign. “It’s because I’m closed. See?” he said as he pointed to the frowny face drawn at the bottom of the sign. (Click on the picture to see the frowny face a little better.)
‘Cause when stores close, friends, we are sad. A boy after my own shopping-happy heart! Thank you, Lord!