Moonpie and Jesus

Those blue eyes stared at me with the expectation that the world would be handed to him on a platter. Waiting. The anticipation never once wavered. The belief that he would receive all he wanted was plainly written all over those cherub cheeks and tulip lips. The blonde hair glimmered in the sunshine. Its rays seemed to halo around his head. He blinked once, still waiting. His eyes never left mine. He knew he would receive. He had asked. That is all that was required. Asking meant receiving. Simple.

In that moment with my child, I was reminded yet again of Christ’s love for us. We ask. We wait. We expect. We know that by asking, we will receive. We stare, waiting in anticipation. His word tells us to ask. He challenges us time and again to come unto Him, that as His children we can expect good things. He is our father. He is our refuge, our comfort, our provider….. even more extensive than what our feeble minds can even imagine. He knows our desires before we know them.

Just as I knew those baby blues would find the Moonpie in my hand…knew that I would share it (albeit a tiny bit reluctantly at first) with my child before he had asked me…knew that he would ask me. “Biiiihhhhtttt” his high-pitched request carried its way to me almost as quickly as his stubby legs toddled him across the patio toward the ooey-gooeyness in my hand. I held my Moonpie in my right hand, Diet Coke in the left. He asked just as I got the best part of a Moonpie… the middle. Right where the marshmallow, flaky cake and chocolate collide into happiness. Yet I knew beyond any doubt that I would share it. Not only share it, but relish the moment of being able to share the moment with him. He chomped down on it, flakes of it spilling all over the front of his baby belly. Casually and familiarly, he climbed up beside me on the chair. Legs swinging to and fro, he chewed. Sitting together in companionable silence, we enjoyed my Moonpie together. Happily, I popped the last of it in his mouth for him.

Satisfied, he hopped down off the chair and went back to the heavy business of making messes and terrorizing the dogs. Isn’t that the way of it with God too? We ask. We wait. We receive. Hopefully we sit in silence taking in that moment, realizing that we are satisfied in the comfort of God’s dependability.

Nothing quite like a Moonpie and Jesus


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