I was at the grocery store today with my sister and her girls. Amelia, who is being pottytrained, was on her first outing wearing underpants instead of a diaper. Although she went to the bathroom before we left the house, she peed her pants in the produce isle. I offered to take Amelia to the bathroom since my sister had a basket full of food and a second kid to watch. My sister said, "Amelia you have to stay with Holly." Amelia reached up and took my little finger in her hand.
Obviously, it is important that a parent be able to hold their kid's hand while walking, not to mention a joy, and I have often wondered/worried how I am going to hold my own kids hand's when I need to be able to move. The Lord used my niece to relieve some of the anxiety I have about (someday) being a parent with limited mobility. She just held my finger with her death grip while I pushed myself. It was kind of jerky and we couldn't go too fast, but she just laughed and got into it. Even after we finished with the bathroom she wanted to hold my hand because it had become a fun game. I was so overwhelmed with love for my God who knows the scope of my fears about being a parent while being in a wheelchair. I was so grateful that He gave me this opportunity. I had trouble not crying in the store and had to keep stopping to pick up Amelia and cover her with kisses.
God truly is so good to His children, even in the small things.
What no eye has seen and no ear has heard, and what has never come into man's heart, is what God has prepared for those who love Him. ~1 Corinthians 2:9