STAR WARS

In the late ’70s, my son Tommy collected Star Wars figurines. From time to time, we would go to Toys ’R Us for him to pick out the ones he wanted. He would think about it a long time, and finally decide on one of the small figurines from the bottom shelf (which as I recall, was the Han Solo.) Meanwhile, I had been looking three shelves up at Solo’s spacecraft, the Millennium Falcon. I said, “Well, why don’t we get this to go with your new figure?” His little eyes lit up. “Daddy! Thank you!” And he gave me a big hug.

When we would get home and carry in his new prize, sometimes Mary Ann would roll her eyes because we really couldn’t afford it. Then Tommy and I would run upstairs to his room, plop on the floor, open up the toys and play with them together.

After a while, Tommy learned that when we were in the toy store and I asked him what he wanted, his best bet was to say, “You choose, Daddy!” Then I would always get him something better than he would have chosen for himself.

I have often used that as an illustration to point out that we should let God choose for us and never be afraid to commit an unknown future to a known God.

God’s plans for you will always be better than your plans for yourself.