Little Hakims, Growing in Wisdom, Stature, and Favor with God and with Man

Ever since I told her that her uncle Mark is arriving in an airplane on Friday, Kessedi has been keeping a keen eye on the sky.

Whenever she spots an airplane, she turns to me and asks, with all sincerity, "Who's that, James?"

It makes me smile, of course. My daughter's trust in me is such that she has extrapolated my knowledge that, God-willing, Mark will be on a particular airplane some time in the future, into the assumption that her father knows every passenger on every airplane at all times.

She's right.

But not about her earthly father. You see, the One who entrusted her to me for these few years knows the end from the beginning, all things at once, and each of those things to its most intricate detail. Her Father does know every passenger on every airplane at all times. Hopefully, long after she has discovered that her father knows very little, barely anything at all, the knowledge that her Father knows all things will continue to sustain her.

Now, the question remains. Am I humble enough to learn this lesson in trusting my Father's complete knowledge and wisdom from my daughter? In order to remind myself, I think from now on, when I see an airplane overhead, I'll just ask myself the simple question:

Who's that?