The Gumball Machine

Written by Lisa DeVinney on . Posted in poetry

As I was shopping just last night, I watched a curious scene:
A little girl with long, blond curls at the gumball machine.
She stared at it for quite awhile, with eyes so big and blue;
Then told her mommy that she hoped her wish would please come true.
You see, she didn’t like the yellow, orange, white, or red.
She really only liked the green ones; so, for that, she pled.
She put her quarter in the slot, and turned the crank around;
Then watched with great anticipation for what would come down.
She saw them jockey for position; heard one fall in place.
But what she found left disappointment written on her face.
For what she held there, in her hand, was shiny, round, and…red;
And not the pretty green one she was hoping for, instead.
She asked her mom if she could, maybe, try again for green.
But in her mommy’s eyes I saw a clever little gleam.
For she knew a great lesson lay there in her daughter’s hand.
And so she knelt beside her, hoping she would understand.
“You see,” she said, “you cannot always have the thing you wish.
And for a time you may be saddened by what you have missed.
But you can take what you’ve been given; find it, too, is good.
Then have a thankful heart, just like a godly child should.”
The little girl then thought a moment…smiled, and simply said,
“Oh thank you, mommy, for this gumball, even though it’s red.”
She popped it in her little mouth; and, happy as could be,
She gave her mom a great big hug; then walked away from me.
Oh, that we’d all be satisfied with what God brings our way;
And not be bitter when it seems He didn’t hear us pray.
For what He gives, instead, is better for us, in the end.
And we can know His very best is what our God will send.
“giving thanks always for all things
to God the Father in the name of our Lord Jesus Christ”
Ephesians 5:20
©Lisa (Kesinger) DeVinney, August 2009

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