He built this LEGO airplane himself. It’s two long blue blocks, because blue is his favorite, and two little gray pieces that hold wheels. No directions needed. He built it with His daddy and he’s so proud of it.
He’s been carrying it around since Friday night. I asked him what toy he wanted to take with him to the softball field- he said his blue airplane. I was trusted with guarding the airplane when he wanted to run and play with his little friend and as he held it out to me and I took it from his tiny hand, my breath caught in my throat and I realized that this is exactly what I need to be doing with God.
I have a little blue airplane too. It’s rickety and plastic and held together barely. I made it with my own hands. You might call it a business or a book or even this space that I write. Whatever you call it, I have these things that I’ve made. I have these things that I made with my two hands and I love them and I want to keep them safe. I dreamt them up in my mind and I created them and I just want to take care of them.
I hope I can trust God with them. I mean I KNOW I can trust God with them. I just hope I will. I want to with all my heart. I want to hold out my hand and give it to Him.
Toby is so unassuming. He’s a child and his only hope is that I won’t lose the wing or the wheels. He has no ideas about me waving my hand and turning his LEGO airplane into a real airplane. That would be silly.
But God. He can take my shoddy airplane. The one that’s barely being held together. The one I built with my hands and He can turn it into something amazing. But I have to give it to Him first. If I try to keep my fist wrapped tightly around it, well if I’m not careful I might just crush it. And here’s the truth- the better that He gives me back might still not be what I expect. It might not be a Boeing. It might just be a better LEGO airplane. My book might not hit the New York Times bestseller list. It might just be a book that touches a couple of thousand people and helps them. This space here- it might not ever go viral- but I have to trust Him with it. I have to.
Not trusting Him. That’s not an option. It won’t work. I’ll just be tired and worn out and irritated. I’ll be frustrated and I’ll have these marks on my hand where this LEGO airplane cut me. And I won’t be able to open my hand to receive anything else