Yesterday my daughter turned four. I was opening my Facebook account on the computer to read her the greetings people had sent for her special day, and the home page on our computer (CNN) happened to show a picture of Barack Obama.
“Who is that, Mommy?”
So I explained, trying to emphasize the magnitude of his position, “He’s the president of our whole country, of all of America.”
Disappointed, “Oh, then he probably doesn’t know it’s my birthday.”
No, probably not.
But as I was thinking back on that tonight and chuckling at her desire to be the center of the universe, and consequently realizing that she’s not, I realized something else quite wonderful. Though the president of our entire nation is too busy to have time to recognize my little girl’s fourth birthday, someone much more important does know and does care. Of course, I refer to God himself. And when I think what an honor it would be to be recognized by the head of state for any nation on earth, I am humbled that our God—unspeakably above any human leader—knows and cares about each minute detail of our lives.
And I'll bet Karissa doesn't know when President Obama's birthday is, either! See, he is not that important. :)
ReplyDeleteHappy birthday, 4-year-old!