“Look at the birds of the air; they do not sow or reap or store away in barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not much more valuable than they?” (Matt 6:26-27 NIV)
I can remember the first problem I ever encountered as a boy. I had a loose tooth that just wouldn’t come out. I had heard that the tooth fairy paid some serious cash for these things, but no matter what I did I couldn’t get mine out of my mouth and under my pillow. I pulled on it. I wiggled it. I jiggled it. I even gave it a firm talking to. Still, it seemed determined to stay in my mouth forever. It was then, however, that my Dad came into the bathroom. “What is the problem?”, he asked. I told him about my difficulties with the molar that wouldn’t move. He just smiled and said, “Let me take a look at it.” I closed my eyes and opened my mouth wide. When I opened my eyes again there was my Dad smiling down on me with my tooth between his thumb and forefinger. It seemed like magic or a miracle that my Dad could have done that so easily. I thanked him with all my heart and went to bed amazed at how great my Dad was.
I still cherish that childhood memory. As I grew into adulthood I learned that I also have a Heavenly Father who is more than willing to help me with all of life’s problems and difficulties. Even when things seem overwhelming at times He still comes in and says, “Here, let me take a look at it.” Then He magically and miraculously changes my heart, my soul, and the world. After that the problems and difficulties either disappear or become transformed into opportunities to help others, to grow in love and joy, and to become more at one with Him.
I am truly blessed to have such a great Dad here on Earth and such a wonderful Father in Heaven. Both have loved me so much and both have helped me to see that the real magic and miracles in life come from loving and helping each other. When we do our days are blessed andfull of joy no matter what problems or difficulties we may face. When we do our loose teeth are always pulled and our empty hearts are always filled.
By: Joseph J. Mazzella