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Thank God for Wendy’s, and give me a lot of it

James, now 5-years-old, is our baby grandson. Oh, don’t call him that because he sees himself just as big and as old as his big brother and two sisters. Being the caboose of three siblings probably explains his grit and toughness. It’s called survival.

Whining is never a welcome response in James’ household, so if you’re the least in age and size, defense and recourse are the only options — at least that’s how James sees it. Regretfully, those options have fueled more confrontations than diffused them.

As a grandmother, I interpret his perceived stature and strength as “spunky.” As a believer, our James challenges me to rely on my Indwelling Power and never be intimidated by the strength and size of the opposition.

James also teaches me to appreciate the little joys of life. A Wendy’s hamburger is the simply pleasure that puts him into a totally satisfying comfort zone. That particular hamburger even inspires him to want to ask God’s blessing over his favorite food.

During our last visit, he didn’t mince words as he began praying. James was grateful, and he gave credit to the One who made it possible. “Thank you, God,” he said, “for building the Wendy’s hamburger store.” I smiled when I heard his basic prayer but was prompted to try and recall how often I thank and give credit to the Creator for all pleasures, great and small.

I applaud James for his gusto in taking on life in a king-size mindset. During another meal when we skipped Wendy’s for a little more upscale restaurant, James listened as his siblings read off items from the kids’ menu. He was hesitant about what he would choose because his choices were too many. After a bit he said, “I don’t know what I want, but I want a lot of it!”

We laughed, but actually he was giving a five-year-old’s personal translation of what Jabez prayed in 1 Chronicles 4:  “Please bless me and give me a lot of land. Be with me so I will be safe from harm.” And God did just what Jabez asked.

I’m always amazed at the size and age of teachers that God uses in my life.

Letters to Camille Anding can be sent to P.O. Box 551, Brookhaven, MS, 39602, or e-mailed to camilleanding@gmail.com.