When my daughter was born, my son was just fifteen months old. Needless to say we did not go out to eat much; but when we did it was almost always Taco Tuesdays at our favorite Mexican restaurant. The kids became quite familiar with this dinner choice and loved it. The colors were bright and the music was almost always louder than we were. The front door, without effort, placed you right in the line to order, then around the corner you picked up your food when it was ready. One day, my then two year old son, Shea, marched into that restaurant with a purpose. He bypassed the line and went right to the pick up window, held up his little finger and said, "one taco please." The employees just could not resist; so sure enough they quickly wrapped up a soft taco in foil and held it out for him to take. His sweet little hand that barely reached above the counter claimed its prize and went to sit in our usual booth that faced the adobe suns on the wall.
I realized several lessons from this one small experience. Too often in our lives we feel inspired or prompted to move our feet in a certain direction for the Lord but we are really good at talking ourselves out of it based on our own, somewhat inhibiting, prior knowledge. "The line starts here, you have to have money, you can't just cut everyone else..." which are all true and should courteously be practiced in restaurants! haha But in life we sometimes need to let go of the 'way things are' philosophy and trust in the Lord. Have courage enough to move our feet....have faith enough to ask. In some brilliantly, unexpected way, you just might receive your, 'One Taco Please.'
The Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ, has commanded us to become as little children. As a mother of six, I feel very blessed, for I suppose that makes me an understudy to several! In the course of my 'study' I've learned an important lesson. When we set out on a search for something extraordinary, we might just miss the ordinary miracles in our lives.
