
Eric, our older son, and I were chatting on the phone.
“Mom, did you happen to save my old Uncle Wiggly book from when I was little?”
Uncle Wiggly? Goodness. I hadn’t thought about that old rabbit and his adventures for years.
“I doubt that we have it,” I responded. “Didn’t each of you kids already take the children’s books you wanted? I think all we have are the leftovers we’ve saved for the grandchildren.”
“No, I don’t have it either,” he replied.
“Well, maybe it was just too worn out to save,” I offered.
“Could be,” Eric said. “I was hoping to find a copy because it would be such fun to share with our Elena when she gets a little older.”
He paused for a moment. “Remember the picture of Uncle Wiggly in his car?”
No, I didn’t remember.
“The wheels were made from big, fat sausages. That was my favorite page. But every illustration was full of imaginative detail like that,” he reminisced.
That would explain why Eric, our artist, would have such fondness for this particular book.
“I even checked on Craig’s List to see if anyone might have a copy, but didn’t find one.”
Wow. He did have a big soft spot for Uncle Wiggly. And I had a big case of guilt for getting rid of it. Why hadn’t I remembered that book was his favorite? How could I have thrown it away, even if it was tattered?
Months later, my husband, Steve, and I were sorting through boxes in the garage. Two of the boxes contained the children’s books we still owned.
Maybe we could pare down to one box, I thought.
I started unloading the books and organizing them into piles. At the very bottom of the second box was—you guessed it–Uncle Wiggly. And it wasn’t in such bad shape after all.
I whispered a prayer of gratitude for this small but precious gift—a blessing that I hadn’t even asked for.
Does it seem to you that unexpected blessings bring the most joy? Perhaps that’s true because they give us glimpses of God’s love and grace–love and grace that is:
- Undeserved. Just as he “gave” me a book I had not searched for nor prayed for, God loved and provided for us before we ever searched for him or prayed to know him.
- Personal. Surely there are not many folks who would delight in finding Uncle Wiggly. The blessing of discovering its whereabouts was, it seems, personalized just for me (and Eric).
Similarly, God’s love and grace is personal. Remember the parable of the lost lamb?
“God loves each of us as if there was only one of us”—St. Augustine.
- Lavish. It is doubtful a copy of Uncle Wiggly will turn up at a Sotheby’s auction. It is not a valuable antique volume for which collectors will pay thousands of dollars. But for me, finding that book at the bottom of the box was like finding buried treasure, placed there by God himself. It was an unnecessary but perfectly lovely gift from my Heavenly Father.
I couldn’t wait to call Eric and share with him the good news.
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