Sarah just turned 3 on Friday. We actually had a party for her the previous Sunday. And of course, we had balloons. Sarah loves balloons.
We were in the car the next day or so and she said she wanted to be able to play with God. She said, “He would be very careful not to pop my balloon.”
I love that idea of playing with God. I love that my daughter has a sense that God loves her enough to care about what she cares about.
Sarah & I were playing with another balloon today. It was a big one that were batting back and forth around the room. We were having a lot of fun. But then the balloon hit something and it popped. She cried.
Balloons pop. Most of the balloons in my life have popped. But I have a great marriage and we have great kids. And now I’m getting to invest whole life in ministry. God’s has truly given me the “desires of my heart” ( Psalm 37:4).
Yep, balloons pop. And sparrows do fall from the sky. “Yet not one of them will fall to the ground apart from the will of your father. And even the very hairs of your head are all numbered. So don’t be afraid; you are worth more than many sparrows [or balloons]” (Matthew 10:29-31).