King Arthur

Ok so he wasn’t really a king, and his name wasn’t really Arthur. Actually I don’t remember his name- Stanley, William, Phillip? I guess even if I did I would’ve changed his name to keep his identity a secret anyway. To be honest, I don’t have a clue. We’ll refer to him from here on out as Arthur though.

We were grocery shopping the other day and in one of those aisles where, if you’re on the end, it’s just going to take forever to get through. We were on the end. On the other end was a young mom with two children, one of which was Arthur (it’s driving me nuts now that I can’t think of his real name- oh well). She had a young child sitting in her cart and Arthur helping her check on the foods stocked on the shelves. Then Arthur was a couple feet away. Close enough to her by all means but not immediately within her  reach- maybe five feet. I remember watching Arthur because he was about James’ age and just being a cute three year old.

Meanwhile on the other end of the aisle, Erin had maneuvered through a few people to get to where she needed to be, right in the middle of the aisle. Joy was pushing her little kid cart and somehow managed to get through as well. I was pushing one of those huge kid carts that don’t steer very well. The one shaped like a race car that James got to ride in. Those things are beasts! Anyway, I wasn’t going to try and wiggle it through, I’d wait.

As I waited hoping a few people would clear out, I noticed Arthur began to move. He started walking away from his mom. She called out “Arthur, come back.” He was still only 12-15 feet away but now there was another person in between the mom and Arthur. Don’t worry, this isn’t one of those sad, creepy stories where all of a sudden someone swoops in and runs off with Arthur- just want to clear that suspense out because that’s kind of what it feels like as I’m writing this.

Anyway, Arthur had something on his mind. We weren’t sure what, but everyone in the aisle was watching intently as he kept running away from mom. Being the last person in the aisle, I was ready to step in front and say hi to Arthur or show him something cool. Anything to delay him long enough so mom could catch up.

I never got that chance. You see, Arthur decided he wanted to go for a ride in the racecar cart! He stopped at the front of my cart, asked James politely to move over (which he did), and climbed in to go for a ride. Immediately everyone began laughing. The mom was apologetic and we told her there were no worries. It was all in good fun. Arthur’s mom even commented on how he loved those shopping cart racecars, but they were just too big and heavy for her to push. She was pretty small in stature. I did push him half way down the aisle to meet mom so he did get a little bit of a ride in the cart! Then we went on our separate ways, Arthur sadly going with mom and not getting to ride longer in the cool racecar cart.

Then about 15 minutes later we were just finishing checking out. We had our bags packed in the cart and about to head outside when low and behold, two aisles over was Arthur and his mom and sister. Arthur ran back over,  and climbed in the cart again! It was funnier the second time. Mom tried to get him out, but he clung to the steering wheel, adamant he wanted a ride.

Then another lady came over to try and help get Arthur out. She must’ve known the family well enough because she was talking to Arthur by name as well as the mom. I would’ve offered to take Arthur for a ride and return him after we put our groceries in our vehicle, but what parent in their right mind would let their kid go with a complete stranger? The other lady however did offer to accompany Arthur and bring him back, to which the mom was more than happy to allow Arthur to do that- if it was ok with us. Of course, by making a kids day by allowing him to ride in the racecar shopping cart, I was more than happy to bring him along. So James and Arthur rode together in the racecar shopping cart to the van. Arthur was happy, James was happy and they said goodbye to each other.

The last couple days I wrote about celebrating little things and paying attention to little details and how those little details can make a big difference. Well in the same way, doing something small for someone can also make a huge difference in their lives. Sure Arthur was only three, but 2 quick less than a minute rides for him made him so happy. Sometimes we question whether what we give to someone is enough. Or worse yet, we don’t give because we feel it’s too inadequate.

2Corinthians 9:6-7 tells us that “whoever sows sparingly will also reap sparingly, and whoever sow generously will also reap generously. Each of you should give what you have decided in your heart to give, not reluctantly and without compulsion, for God loves a cheerful giver.”

The truth is, it doesn’t matter how much or how little you give. Giving is a matter of the heart. Is your heart cheerful when you give? If so, then your gift can never be too small or inadequate. Even seemingly small gifts can be a HUGE blessing!
Be blessed. Be a blessing.


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