The Perfect Gift for Daddy
By Linda Hamby Thorn
Squealing with delight, little Chloe jumps up, trying to catch the fluttering butterfly. The bright rays of the sun and fluffy white clouds floating above cause her golden blonde hair to shimmer like satin. Big, almond-shaped eyes and a dimpled smile are framed with light, rosy cheeks. She’s about four or five years old and is the apple of her Daddy’s eyes. He is standing under the shade of a dogwood tree, just on the outskirts of the field of flowers that Chloe is playing in. Because He’s within ear-shot, she knows she’s safe to run and play to her heart’s content, and play she does.
Taking a moment to stop and brush a curl away from her brow, she looks and sees the most wonderful thing she’s ever seen. It’s a flower that has fuzzy little “wings” all over it. “Oh, Daddy would love this!” she thinks, as she bends down to pluck it between her chubby little fingers. She turns toward the sun as she straightens up, holding the delicate little treasure up to observe it. The sun beams between the little feathers that are in the shape of a perfect ball. As a gentle breeze blows through her hair she notices that a few of the feathers release themselves from their
friends and take flight. Never, in her whole life, has she seen such magic! A flower with a ball of fuzzy wings that can fly!!! Her pink lips are form a circle, “Wow!” she exclaims, eyebrows raised and eyes wide.
Quickly, she turns toward her Daddy, not really able to see Him in the shade, but knowing He’s there, right where he said he would be. Holding the fuzzy, magic ball of wings in front of her, she runs toward the dogwood tree! Lifting her knees up high, as to be able to run through all the flowers of the field, she realizes that every step that brings her closer to the Dogwood tree also results in more and more fuzzy wings taking flight. Just a few yards from her Daddy, she suddenly stops and looks behind her just in time to see her fuzzy friends flying off in the breeze. They seem to be giggling and chasing each other as they effortlessly ride the wind. She turns her head sideways, trying to figure out if she should be sad or happy when the thought occurs to her that they are just having fun, just like she is. “Besides”, she thinks, “there are plenty more on the stem.” The smile returns to her face and she turns back, running toward her Daddy.
As she gets closer to the shady area, she can make out his white smile and white clothing in the shade. Meeting her on the edge of the field, she jumps into his open arms, both of them filled with love and delight in each other. Squealing and laughter fill the air as the spinning comes to a slow stop, followed by a long snuggling hug. Suddenly Chloe pulls up and away from Daddy’s chest and smiling, says, “I have a gift for you, Daddy”, and holds out the magic flower. Her smile quickly turns into a pout and tears start to well up in her eyes as she realizes all she has now is a little green stem, all the feathery friends having deserted their home for a ride in the wind.
Before one tear can escape her long, dark lashes, Daddy instinctively knows the story of the empty stem. “Hey, there, now, now, Chloe, don’t you cry! I LOVE this gift! Why, it’s the perfect gift anyone could ever give me!” he says with a smile, gently sitting on a stump and placing her on his knee. Looking up at him with a confused look on her face, she blinks a tear away and says, “Really?! But Daddy, it’s all gone, they’re all gone! The magic flower had little fuzzy wings all over it and now they all left and went on a ride with the wind,” she says with a little sad pout.
Looking down at the green, lonely stem, Daddy takes the gentle stem from Chloe’s fingers and holds it up as if it’s a scepter. “This, my dear child, is the PERFECT gift! Yes, indeed! Once upon a time, there was a King and this king loved everyone in his kingdom very much. His kingdom was made up of all kinds of gardeners. Some gardeners grew vegetables, some grew trees, and yet others, flowers, and all of them are important. But the most important job in the whole wide kingdom is the planting of the seed! Now, this little magic flower is the perfect gift because every fuzzy, feathered friend that caught a ride with the wind has attached to it a tiny little seed. If they stay ON the stem,” he says, as he looks at the stem, then back to his precious, brown-eyed little girl, he continues, “then how will they ever get planted?! So see, you did the right thing! You brought back proof that every little fuzzy, feathered friend that carried a seed has been set free! Set free to ride the wind and be planted wherever it decides to land!” he finishes his story, setting her down. “Oh. Okay!” she says, reaching up to hold his thumb, and He her little hand, they begin to walk home together, both of them content with the day that Chloe spent in the field of flowers.
The sun has begun to lower, causing the shadows to be long. A beautiful, golden hew graces the entire scene, filled with blooming flowers and dancing butterflies.
You see, Chloe is a princess and her Father is the King over the Kingdom of Lively Flowers and Seeds and the story is not necessarily a “fairy tale”, but rather, it is an allegory of the Kingdom of Heaven. If you want to know more, you can read it in the Word of God, known as the Holy Bible, the best-seller of all books, of all time.
“At the same time came the disciples to Jesus, saying, who is the greatest in the kingdom of heaven? And Jesus called a little child to him, and set him in the middle of them, and said, Truly I say to you, Except you be converted, and become as little children, you shall not enter into the kingdom of heaven. Whoever therefore shall humble himself as this little child, the same is greatest in the kingdom of heaven. And whosoever shall receive one such little child in my name received me.” Matthew 18:1-5 American King James Version