The Value of a Cricket

I wouldn’t know a mole cricket if I saw one. The fact that it is a type of cricket,  however, tells me that I would not assume it would be any kind of gift to me. That’s one of the differences between me and Triston. You may know Triston from a previous post. {Triston’s Hope, March, 2010} He loves bugs of every kind and secretly wished that he would one day see a mole cricket. His dream came true about two weeks ago.

It was a Saturday night and he had attended our church’s evening  service. It was the weekend before school started, when each year we use our three services to pray for all the children going back to school. They are called up by age group and prayed for. It is always a touching and meaningful time. Truth be told, Triston would rather be hiding out with the mole crickets than in front of people being prayed for.  Up until this year, his anxiety about being in front of others had won and he had never quite made it to the front. Now entering the 5th grade, with his grandma’s kind urgings and soft, but repeated encouragement, Triston hesitatingly made his way forward. She thought the moral support of a good friend might make it easier, but it was small comfort to him. Afterwards she commended him for being brave and obedient and submitting himself to the blessing of both God and man. That, still, was little comfort.

That evening, while his grandparents cleaned the church, Triston was outside where the lights wildly attracted every bug in the vicinity. To Triston’s delight, among the flurry of insect activity, there was his mole cricket! Unbeknownst to his grandparents, he caught it, placed it in a jar and promptly hid it in their van. On the way home, he confessed that he had it and asked if he could keep it. Deliberations were made and a compromise resulted in him being able to keep that mole cricket at home for a short time.

Later that night, in a heart-to-heart with his grandma, Triston admitted that he thought that mole cricket was a gift from God…”for going forward instead of staying in my seat.”  He was obedient when he didn’t particularly want to be and risked embarassment by allowing himself to be prayed for. God had rewarded Triston exactly how he  wanted to be rewarded. Only God knew his desire to see a mole cricket. After all, it was He Himself who  created that inquisitive, sensitive, curious, bug-loving boy!

Oh, how our hearts were touched by his recognizing the gift God had placed before him. And oh, how we want to be the same! In childlike faith, may we just as simply connect the dots. May we realize that the daily gifts set before us are from His hand because He loves us and is pleased with us.

That courage you showed the other day? He gifts you with His strength in exchange for your weakness.  The forgiveness you extended to one you think may not have deserved it? He gives you new mercies and great faithfulness every morning. They may not be tangible gifts like Triston’s cricket, but take a moment and look around. That gorgeous orange and purple sunset? It may have been just for you. That gift of baked goods, the unexpected compliment, the gorgeous day with cool breezes? They too are from His hand.

May we be people quick to recognize the many gifts that God extends to us every day and may our gratitude abound as we see the hand of the Lord in the land of the living.

Recognizing God’s Gifts With You,

Debbie~

About debbierivers

I love to share what I can whenever I can. My goal is to live simply and love lavishly. I enjoy inspiring others with my writing. I am married to Steve and am the mother to two beautiful daughters, Hannah and Jenna, and grandmother to Kinsley. My desire is to encourage and to bless others through my life and my words.
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