For I have come down from heaven not to do my will but to do the will of him who sent me.
My puppet, Grey, pictured above, is named after my squirrel character in The Glade Series. Since purchasing him in 2010, Grey has been my faithful mascot. His usual perch is atop our printer which sits next to my computer. I love being able to look over at him from time to time while writing or browsing the web. His cheerful, quirky expression never fails to amuse me.
Grey accompanies me to every book signing. He makes for a unique, attractive prop and conversation starter, but that is the limit of his talent.
Until this past weekend . . .
I am invited to set up shop outside of a local coffee shop, Traders 22, in Kennesaw during the annual Big Shanty Festival, an event which attracts upwards of 70,000 people. The business is not on the main drag of the festival, but there are plenty of folks passing by, so I have high hopes for my book sales.
Saturday is a bright, clear day, but oh, so cold and windy! I struggle to keep my tablecloth in place even with two sets of books on the table. I can't prop them for display because they are constantly buffeted by the strong breezes. Even my sign doesn't want to stay put. And, Grey? Well, the poor fellow takes several tumbles to the ground before I realize I'm simply going to have to wear him on my hand if I don't want to keep picking him up.
Ah! Now, my left hand, stuffed into the puppet, is toasty warm. My right hand settles for my coat pocket which isn't nearly as comfortable.
That's when I get the idea. Why not have Grey wave to all the people parading by on the side street? Surely, it couldn't hurt. After all, the only traffic I am getting so far is from those seeking a hot cup of coffee to stave off the chill.
So, Grey begins waving, especially at couples with children. I am tickled to see their reactions, especially from the tiny tots, as the puzzled looks on their faces tell me they aren't sure if Grey is a real squirrel. Oh, how cute it is when they wave back!
Even more surprising to me is how many teens and adults wave back cheerfully in response to Grey. Seeing them smiling and laughing is such a joy. Grey even coaxes particularly friendly grins and salutations from a group wearing their Harley-Davidson jackets!
And, does my traffic increase? You bet, it does! Grey gets hugged on, stroked, squeezed, pummeled, and loved on throughout the day as parents bring their little ones up to see him and to meet me. Grey makes the day!
Such a good sport, is Grey. Never complaining about all his hard work, never refusing to accept my will for him. Always compliant. Ever the bright smile on his whiskered face.
And, I think to myself, What if we were so in tune with the Father's will for us that, in all times and in all places, we could shine with the love of Christ? That when we pray, "Thy will be done," we really and truly meant it?
No doubt, the world would be a better place.
And, maybe, just maybe, we would see, at long last, God's kingdom on earth.
Grey made the day for so many folks at the festival this weekend. What do you do to try and make another person's day better?
Will you pray with me?
Teach us, Father, to discern Your will for our lives. Lead and guide us in Your ways. May we pray, "Thy will be done," and mean it from the bottom of our hearts. Amen.