Finding Blankie


By Jason A. Smith

Columnist


I love it when God uses even the most seemingly insignificant moments to teach me something.

Sometimes it’s a deep, theological lesson, and other times it’s just a practical reminder to get me through my day.

More often than not, He uses my little girl to send that message, as He did on this occasion.

A lot of small children have that one prized possession, something that goes everywhere with them. For my child, it’s Blankie – a simple, green blanket with Winnie the Pooh on it. She takes Blankie everywhere with her – provided that she knows where it is, anyway.

My daughter loves her Blankie – even referring to it as a female. The only problem is, she can never seem to find Blankie when it’s time for bed.

Such was the case late last week. My little girl’s night was winding down, at which point Mommy and I reminded her that bedtime was approaching. As she has done many times, she started getting a little frantic, saying “Where’s Blankie? I can’t go to bed without her!”

That was my cue to get up and start looking.

Most of the time, I can find it within a couple minutes by looking in one of Blankie’s typical hiding places – under the covers of my bed, or perhaps on a chair in the kitchen. This time, however, I couldn’t find Blankie to save my life.

I looked everywhere I could think of, with no luck. At that point, I was on a mission, but probably for the wrong reasons.

I even prayed for God to help me find Blankie. Of course, it was less about calming my little girl down so she could go to bed, and more about finding that thing so I could be the hero of the day.

After nearly an hour of searching, my wife convinced me to call it a night – much to my daughter’s disappointment. We assured her that Blankie was somewhere in the house, and that we’d find her in the morning. My little girl wasn’t happy about it, but by then she was too tired to argue, so she reluctantly agreed.

The next morning when I woke up, I had one thought on my mind – finding that blasted blanket. I came into the living room to let my daughter know the search was back on.

The child surprised me a bit with her response. Standing by the kitchen, she gave me a bright smile and told me it was OK if we didn’t find Blankie right away. She had found a different blanket that she loved just as much, with the characters from the “Frozen” movie on it.

That’s when it happened. Before I even had time for relief to set in that my child wasn’t freaking out about the whole thing, I turned around and saw Blankie. She was sitting in a basket in the hallway, almost taunting me with her ability to elude me all this time.

The look on my daughter’s face was priceless. She was elated to now have two blankets she could hold close to her.

As for me, I immediately started thinking about what I was supposed to learn from what happened. I thought about how much I had obsessed about finding Blankie, only to locate her the second I stopped worrying about it.

I must have needed that lesson, because it’s been on my mind ever since.

Worrying and stressing myself out over things I can’t control doesn’t solve anything. God tells us in His Word to cast all our anxieties on Him, because He cares for us. Whatever we’re facing, we can trust Him to see us through it. He’s in control of it all.

If I can trust Him to help me with something as trivial as finding my child’s Blankie, how much more can I trust Him with other aspects of my life?

Jason has worked in newspapers since 2005, spending the majority of that time in Henry County. He lives in Covington with his wife and daughter.