As I read the news about William and Kate's baby I couldn't help but be a little jealous. "It just isn't fair," I told myself, "I bet they have a dresser for their baby, probably even three or four. Why does my baby only get a basket?" In that moment it seemed supremely unfair to me that I was not a princess and that I didn't have royally rich parents who could buy my baby whatever I wanted.
Then I remembered something that my beautiful friend Felice wrote on her blog:
"Lately I have been realizing that I do have a rich dad--he owns the whole world. And when your dad is rich, you don't really have to worry. He can support me, but only if I let him."There isn't anyone I know who is better at trusting the Lord than my friend Felice. She has taught me so much about turning your life over to the Lord and letting Him support you. So the truth of her words really resonated with my heart.
It is so easy to forget that, as a literal child of God, I really am a princess and I do have royally rich parents. In fact, their riches make the combined wealth of all the billionaires, nations, and stock markets in the world look like pocket change.
Felice's words reminded me that if I wanted-- or needed-- a dresser that all I had to do was ask my Dad for one and be patient.
So I asked.
But nothing came.
Then two weeks after Tabitha was born Jon suggested we take a family drive to "the beach" ( a big sandbar by the river). I was still in the "wear PJs all day" stage of my postpartum recovery and so Jon wasn't expecting me to go. Yet, for some reason going sounded like a really good idea. So I changed out of my PJs, we loaded up the kids into the car, and headed out to the beach.
On the way home we drove past a house and there, out on the curb, was my dresser. I screamed in joy and made Jon stop. It was free and so we loaded it up right then and there and took it home.
It is sort of ugly, but it is in really good condition. A coat or two of paint and it will be exactly what I wanted.
I know that some people would just call this a happy coincidence or good luck... and perhaps it was.
Yet I can't help but feel that it was a gift from my Dad. A Dad who knows, perfectly, what I need and what I want. A Dad who controls the elements, determines the fate of nations, and holds the universe in the palm of His hands. A Dad who is capable of taking care of me, and providing for every desire of my heart, if I will only allow Him to.
"Consider the lilies how they grow: they toil not, they spin not; and yet I say unto you, that Solomon in all his glory was not arrayed like one of these. If then God so clothe the grass, which is to day in the field, and to morrow is cast into the oven; how much more will he clothe you, O ye of little faith?" Luke 12:27-28I have been getting the dresser ready to paint and working on it is bringing me a lot of joy. It is a sweet reminder to me that God knows me and listens to my prayers. And if He listens to me about something as seemingly insignificant as an extra dresser, how much more does He listen when my needs are really significant?
Remembering this has helped me learn to let go. To let go of my preconceived notions about what I need and what I want and to trust God. It is sometimes scary and but I am-- slowly-- learning that He knows what I need better than I do.
And let me tell you, there are some real perks of having a rich Dad.
So don't be afraid to ask.