Jesus cares. God cares; they care about everything. As I look back I am surprised how little and unimportant some of my prayers were, but my Lord still cared and answered. He loves us that much. God loves us so much that what is important to us is important to him. Even if it means helping a little guy with no competitive fire win a wrestling match!
My son enjoyed his very first season of wrestling in 2018. He got to do cartwheels in practice, rough house with other boys, and learn how to wrestle. However, he lost every match he wrestled, and started getting discouraged about going to meets. One day before his meet, I prayed for him. I asked God to bless and protect him, and if it wasn’t too much trouble, to let him win a match this season.
We all know the familiar Bible verse about Jesus and the children. Matthew 19:14 states Jesus said,
Let the little children come to me, and do not hinder them, for the kingdom of heaven belong to such as these.
Little ones are incredibly precious to God, I believe, because the world hasn’t messed them up yet. They believe big, they dream big, they realize they need help, but they are not afraid of challenges or new discoveries. Little children are pure and happy and curious and carefree; everything I’m trying to get back to being. So what matters to these little ones, matters to my Lord…and he answered my prayer.
My son lost his first match to a teammate. Still, he was having fun. He even did the running man dance on the mat during warm-ups! My son lost his second match to a boy from Wahoo. Undeterred and optimistic, he got ready to begin his third match with the dominating O’Neill Leprechauns opponent. In the first minute of his last match of the season, my son pinned the O’Neill boy, and won the match!! The boys were allowed to keep wrestling for the remaining two minutes of the match. My son’s big brown eyes were huge, and he was so excited! His dad was there to see it, and I was one proud mama! When my daughter came home from her dad’s house my son excitedly told her, I pinned a leprechaun for St. Patrick’s Day!!
The joy in my son’s face made that day memorable for me. However, I can only imagine the joy it brought to my heavenly Father. I never considered God being at a wrestling match, but in my love for my children I wouldn’t miss their activities. How much more does our Father love us? How much more does he get excited when we have victory? How much more pleasure does he have seeing us enjoy the bountiful gifts he’s provided for us? Jesus cares and God cares, even about the little things, and I am so thankful!
Are not two sparrows sold for a penny? Yet not one of them will fall to the ground outside your Father’s care. And even the very hairs of your head are all numbered. So don’t be afraid; you are worth more than many sparrows.
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