Magical answer in Esther's whirlwind

Ever wonder why you’re not seeing God’s answer to your prayer?  How does He choose when to reveal His answers?  Recently I sensed the Lord leading me to share the story of Esther at a local shelter.  Not knowing how many would attend or which ages, I wrote a script to touch on all of Esther’s 10 chapters in the Bible.  Performance would run maybe 30 minutes, for ages young and old, adding intermittent piano and simple props for fun along the way.  Sort of a musical storytelling with audience participation.  My friend and I set up shop in the shelter’s little library, happy to receive our first guests who happened to be preschoolers.  The clock hit 3:00, so we began, but soon came middle-schoolers, quickly followed by elementary and possibly high school students.  Suddenly our house was full and active, quite robust, to say the least, and we restarted the story to accommodate the new group.  More of a stand-up storytelling than a sit-down this time.  Our first actors smiled to wear their yellow construction paper crowns, and they made a handsome king and queen, complete with a royal scepter made from a toy Star Wars saber.  Children took turns with plastic play food at our pretend banquets, and as the piano accompanied with light and dark musical tones, they tuned into the good and bad turns of Esther’s story.  Quite remarkable was the attention that some of the older children kept in the midst of it all, listening and thinking to consider the ways of Esther and Mordecai in their own lives and focusing to answer my questions about fasting and bravery in making decisions.  Our time together required all my energy, yet amazingly the Lord held us and carried us forward.  Afterward returning home and unloading the car, I opened the box for the ukulele I’d taken for the story’s celebration of Purim. I saw something that left me stunned.  Inside the box was a little red plastic ball for which I’d prayed about 9 months ago.  The fact that the Lord revealed it now simply caught me unexpected, refreshing me and quenching my thirst in the whirl of the day, encouraging me too to continue following Him through whirlwinds and all.  This red ball plays a key part in a favorite magic trick, and I’d lost it one day in the hospital while providing puppets for children.  Now more fun can be had with the disappearing-ball-in-the-vase trick.  Thank you, Lord.  His timing is perfect because He knows our personalities and emotions and our future too, including when best to bestow His answers to our prayers.  Isaiah 30:18 tells us, “Yet the Lord longs to be gracious to you; he rises to show you compassion.  For the Lord is a God of justice.  Blessed are all who wait for him!”

Prodigal puppets

Lost keys.  Lost phone.  Lost anything.  How do you rejoice when the lost is found?  Last month my study group visited some precious children.  We arrived with scissors, glue, yarn, buttons, socks, and plenty of plastic wiggly eyes, all for constructing puppets for these sweet ones with disabilities.  Accessible for both ambulatory and wheelchair-bound, our craft area donned huge smiles to welcome these preschoolers.  I brought my cardboard theater and some extra puppets in case anyone wanted to play puppeteer while today’s glue still dried, and indeed glee displayed when these young ones danced their puppets at the cardboard window.  A wonderfully joyful day all-around.  Later returning home, I realized 4 of my finger puppets were missing:  a rabbit, a frog, a lion, and an elephant.  No sign of them in my cart, nor in my bag.  If somehow they remained on the table at the children’s center, I asked the Lord to use them to entertain again and again.  In case they were lost somewhere else, I asked Him to reveal them to me.  As weeks passed, I almost forgot about them, until last Wednesday when I lifted a pair of black pants off the clothes hanger.  There in the right-hand pocket were a rabbit, a frog, and an elephant.  Stepping back into the closet, I found the lion on the floor.  And, oh, how my heart quickened to remember my prayer.  Certainly on the surface nothing seemed too significant about 4 miniature puppets made of ordinary fabric.  Yet the Lord used the ordinary to remind me how extraordinarily He hears and listens to the voices of His children.  How personal and detailed He is with us.  So I want to celebrate with Him first, before sharing with any family or friend.  And to celebrate as He does, I need His compassion.  Luke 15 explains that compassion leads the Lord to celebrate in abundance.  With a feast and a robe, He welcomes and rejoices for the lost being found, the dead coming alive.  So I ask Him to impart to us His compassion, as my newly found puppets remind me.  May we receive and carry forward in joy. 

Patient Puppetry: Plan B

I wondered how this trip to the hospital would play out.  My puppet partner was still out of town, and I’d been praying.  With a loose idea of how to adapt our puppet script, I left our usual cardboard theater at home and this time would enter the puppets from around a corner in the hospital playroom.  I’d tell some silly jokes, such as “What’s the best way to keep dogs out of the streets?” (Answer:  Put them in a barking lot.)  I’d also change puppets frequently, making exaggerated entrances like “E-x-c-u-u-u-s-e  m-e,” then asking a laughable question to encourage kids to smile.  Because we never know exactly who'll attend our puppet shows, whether teenagers, toddlers, or even adults, our need for flexibility rates high.  And I had asked the Lord to impart His selection of songs for us and tailor the whole occasion for the sake of any and all who would come.  Sometimes I caught myself smiling days ahead, just imagining the fun of interacting with these children.  So when Thursday came, I happily packed my cart for the hospital.  Turns out the playroom that day held extra volunteers who welcomed me in.  Eventually we greeted parents, grandparents, nurses, therapists, and a chaplain who joined our quite lively group of young patients.  Only "Jesus Loves the Little Children" from our regular sing-a-longs made the lineup that afternoon, as a very kind volunteer wholly adopted the new role of puppet front man, practically emceeing the whole routine.  To hear the kids chuckle and realize the Lord supplying them enjoyment, even in the midst of medical heartache, was truly a thrill for me.  To witness the Lord orchestrating words and timing among volunteers was awe-inspiring.  Indeed He had prompted my heart to make this trip, and along the way He supplied everything necessary to carry it out.  Philippians 4:19 says, “And my God will meet all your needs according to his glorious riches in Christ Jesus.”  Amen.

Intravenous puppetry

My, oh my, how Christ loves children!  I’d been praying about our next puppet trip to the hospital, and the idea recurred to make a cardboard theater.  I found a scrap piece of cardboard, sprayed it with some old white paint, and tried cutting out a puppet window and gluing down some leftover red ribbon as trim.  A gray remnant of fabric and a piece of doweling lying waste in the garage provided for the theater's curtain.  Days passed, I continued praying, and one Saturday at dinner, some friends showed me photos of some very inventive spoon puppets.  Now I’m all keen on getting home to see if I still have that old wooden spoon I never use!  My new puppet partner made us some medical puppets with popsicle-stick handles, plus we still had the bigger puppets I sewed last year, and for music we now had an extra flute that another friend gave me.  Also we have a Little Red Riding Hood doll trio on loan from a friend from church.  So this trip to the hospital was looking a bit different than previous.  Many people we loved meeting in the hospital hallways, and some for only short periods in the playroom, yet there was one little girl who stayed with us the whole time.  It’s with her that I saw the Lord illustrating His love in detail.  Only He could know the pleasures of this little girl's heart and prepare us accordingly.  At first, she sat quiet and watched puppets appear one by one.  She grinned when we sang and eventually giggled and asked to strum the ukulele and hold our extra flute.  Then this tiny voice piped up to announce she wanted to be puppeteer, so we made room for her IV to roll alongside her behind the theater, and lo and behold, she donned a smile signaling new command of the playroom!  Puppets found new voice and new dance, and as she designed her own paper bag puppet, I marveled at the extent to which the Lord provided for this little girl.  She remembered most all of our puppets’ names and took special fancy to our new spoons Paul and Cindy.  And from our collection of medical puppets, she had a fondness for the puppet with his own IV, which perfectly matched her own.  In Mark 10:14, Jesus says, “Let the little children come to me, and do not hinder them, for the kingdom of God belongs to such as these.”  And so I thank the Lord for His capacities to see far and wide and to love to great extents.  This day we invited our guests to each draw a picture on our cardboard theater, and they sent us home with a souvenir we treasure.  Thank you, Lord, for answering our prayer to prepare the way. 

Pediatric puppets

To watch God work is such a thrill.  All giddy and giggly, I feel like a little kid.  And to realize this thrill is available to us all is another excitement all its own.  Recently I’ve made 2 trips to the hospital with a friend to share puppets and music.  The whole idea for puppets began almost a year ago.  Adding ukulele, harmonica, percussion eggs, and a tambourine felt almost natural, following on a first request for soothing music, maybe flute, in the NICU.  Lots of playful sounds for young interaction.  Sometimes wondering if this mix would actually fit with any therapy textbook, I trust the Lord ultimately to tailor our tasks.  And the string of conversations to make all this happen has involved some waiting time.  But then one volunteer coordinator at one hospital called another volunteer coordinator at another hospital, and soon came song and music suggestions from friends and YouTube and some books about making puppets.  Not too long ago I realized the Lord supplying me with fabric, jewelry, craft items, even socks, mostly free as friends cleaned out their closets, leaving me to purchase only occasional small pieces.  The musical instruments the Lord supplied me over the years, even receiving some as gifts.  Then came days like New Year’s Eve when I was tempted, “Why am I making puppets?  I don’t even have a definite place to use them.”  Yet I kept praying and constructing them in faith.  And now I load my pull-cart to tote everything into the hospital to meet these precious children.  We meet a little girl who smiles to name one puppet Albert.  Two young sisters find inspiration in the ukulele to tell us about their older sister's music.  Two different playrooms resonate with our traveling percussion sounds, and we learn the flute eases the heart rate of a little girl in ICU.  All this while the puppets dance and sing and welcome their new puppeteers.  Simply awe-inspiring of the Lord.  At times we feel just goofy with glee.  And we eagerly await our next trip down the hospital hallways.  May He give us fresh eyes for recognizing the thrill of each new blessing.

Primero's birth

Is there anything beyond the Lord’s reach?  Anything too far gone that He cannot transform?  It’s been interesting to watch Him use some old scraps around our house recently.  Old pieces of red, pink, and black felt from my kids’ elementary days.  A pair of nice, cozy socks I somehow never wore.  Skeins of green, red, and yellow yarn, and multiple shades of blue and brown.  A small Styrofoam ball whose reason for being in our house nobody can remember.  And my Grandma Elsie’s “E” pin and 2 of her dressy, old-timey hats in different textures of black.  What a peculiar assortment of things, some of which sat idle for more than 10 years.  Yet then came the idea—the surprising idea—to make puppets.  And tossing into this mix is the awareness that I’ve never felt very craftsy.  So I’m wondering, how do you make a puppet?  And where’s the remedial course for not-very-craftsy people like me?  YouTube's been a wonderful help.  Library books too.  In November I took my first try at pushing layers of yarn through the sewing machine, and to my amazement it worked just like the YouTube demo.  So in December I sewed my first red toupee for my first puppet, whom I’m calling Primero.  According to a free pattern online, I ventured into cutting ½” foam to form Primero’s head, using contact cement to glue the notches together.  His skin formed from some gray remnant fabric at Hancock’s, and that old Styrofoam ball helped bring his eyes to life.  My point is that when the Lord gives the idea, He carries it through to fruition.  And still a key ingredient here is why.  Why make puppets?  So far I sense they’re for children in the hospital and maybe church as well.  The details I’m still sorting, but there’s been joy already in stepping into the idea.  And the Lord has sent encouragement through others as I’ve kept praying.  Philippians 1:6 says, “. . . he who began a good work in you will carry it on to completion until the day of Christ Jesus.”  God works in us and through us and in even the most unlikely circumstances.  He takes all kinds of scraps and constructs them into something beautiful.  He takes the scrappiest of people and recreates them to have hearts of joy.  And so I ask, have you experienced the joy of knowing Him?  As long as we’re on this earth, it’s never too late.