It was over six months ago that she watched me hand over one of her granola bars to a stranger, through the window of our car.
She was not pleased. From her protestations, you would have thought I had given away the absolute last granola bar ever made.
Slowly but surely, our conversations about hunger and people in need seem to be resonating in different ways with her curious mind. Now she no longer complains about her lost granola when she spots someone holding a cardboard sign near our car. She waves. She smiles. She treats that person like a human being. Her innocence humbles me and I can’t look away.
Last week we bought a box of granola bars to keep in the car. My sweet, big-hearted person refers to them as homeless bars. When we see a hungry person at a stoplight, we roll down the window and offer a bar.
There are no angry cries from the backseat, just giggles and shrieks of happiness, as each person has enthusiastically accepted our offering with gratitude, all while exchanging smiles and waves with my partner in crime.
It’s ironic that these individuals have no idea how grateful I am to them for their reactions. They think we’ve given them a snack, but what they don’t realize is that they’ve blessed my daughter, and therefore me, with an invaluable life lesson. For that, and so much more, I am thankful.
Dear Heavenly Father, thank you for the many ways that you nurture your children. Thank you for blessing us with lessons that shape and better our lives, every day. Thank you for molding my daughter’s heart after yours. I pray that we will live humble, kind, and discerning lives, and that we may be blessings to those who are hungry and alone. Thank you for filling us with happy granola. Amen.
“She opens her arms to the poor, and reaches out her hands to the needy.” Proverbs 31:20