Do you know how many times a day I get asked to go to Target? I kid you not, Travis asks me in excess of 100 times a day.
It’s the first question on his lips when I see him in the morning. It’s the last question on his lips as I kiss him goodnight.
The kid loves Target.
What can I say? So does his mama.
But while I love it as much as the next girl, I don’t every day love it. Usually I’ll take him every couple of weeks and let him get a little trinket (he always chooses a metal Thomas train – thank you, God, that he did not become obsessed with the wooden ones at four times the price of the die cast). Regardless, within six hours, it’s as though we never went and he is asking to go again.
We haven’t been in a couple of weeks, so he’s been extremely persistent the last few days. I must have told him “Not today” one too many times because last night, on our way home from dinner, I heard his plaintive little voice from the back seat praying, “Dear God, please take Travis to Target. In Jesus’ name, Amen.”
Should I be God’s hands and feet, or should I tell him that sometimes God answers “No”?
As much as I want Travis to seek God in the little things, the biggest prayer that I want him to pray, however, is one that I don’t know that he will ever be capable of voicing. My heart’s desire is for all my children to come to a saving knowledge of Jesus Christ. I want them to know Him. I want them to trust Him. Every night as I pray over them aloud, I end my prayers with a heartfelt request for them to grow up to love Him and serve Him with all their heart.
While my other two boys have come to a saving faith in Jesus, I don’t know that Travis can understand what that means. He loves to pray. He quotes more scripture than I do. He looks forward to church every Sunday and delights in listening to praise music. As I prayed with him last night and he asked Jesus to also take him to the dentist (I think he must have been switched at birth), I asked, “Travis, do you love Jesus?” And he smilingly replied, “Jesus loves Travis”. In my heart, I felt the Lord whisper, “I love him more than you can imagine. Trust me with him.”
I know I tread on theologically shaky ground. The Bible doesn’t spell out how God handles salvation for the cognitively impaired. But I do know my Jesus welcomed little children and asked for childlike faith. And so I come to Him and place my precious child in His hands, and ask Him to honor the pleas of a mother’s heart and the spoken acknowledgement from a little boy’s lips of Jesus’ love for him.
Jesus loves Travis.
Enough to die for him.
Enough to place him in our care.
Enough to watch over him.
Enough to take him to Target.
Which I think looks an awful lot like heaven.
Have a nice day.