It was a Black Friday Special.
Lego’s and lots of them. Sixteen hundred pieces for a mere $30. I couldn’t resist. Actually, I didn’t even try to resist. I knew it was a good deal so I jumped on it.
The other Christmas toys had taken the front and center, and the box had remained nearly untouched till a rainy day in January.
The box of bright colors rescued us from short tempers and dreary wearys. It was perfect timing. How did God know that we would need this present to be an initial leftover, only to shine through just when we needed it most? I don’t know, but He did. Praise God for the little things.
“I KNOW!!” Isaiah had shouted, “we can play with the new box of LEGO’s!!”
And play we did. We had barely cleaned up the school books and supplies before little hands were ready with little scissor to cut open the bright and shiny bags filled with bright and shiny new pieces.
We loved the new hues of orange and green. The blocks scattered across the table (and across the floor too) and the colors seemed to dance with brilliancy--- beautiful and bright and fresh.
Like a new beginning.
And it was the case on so many levels. The atmosphere in the room seemed to brighten. The bickering stopped. The whining silenced. And the room was filled with sounds of sorting. And shuffling. And hunting for that perfect piece to put in that perfect place.
Different thoughts and ideas fluttered through, showing the determination and inspiration the boys were feeling.
“Mom?” Joshua asked, “do you think I should build my LEGO house with two chimneys? If it has two chimneys then it can have two fireplaces and that means the family that lives there will be twice as warm!” (can you tell we just learned about doubles?)
Isaiah’s thoughts were deep as well: “Mom, I’m building my house with it’s own anchor. That way if a hurricane or a tsunami comes, it won’t get washed away.” (can you tell we’ve also just learned about weather and natural disasters? Oh I love how homeschooling plays out in the thoughts of my kids!)
Noah was a bit more superficial. He just shouted, “Blocks!” “Red blocks!” “Ooooooooooh!!!” and other such one year old talk. Haha. After some teaching, he did figure out how to make a stack of LEGOs and was able to sort them into color groups. Maybe not so superficial after all, considering he’s only one? I better give that boy some credit! He’s a smart kid too.
As you can see, the LEGO’s saved the day.
Or rather, God did.
As He does so well. Giving us a bit of encouragement, a bit of a respite, a bit of sunshine on a cloudy day.
Praise God for the little things, right?
*Now if I can just remember to be thankful when I happen to step on those little things! Haha