Article October 17, 2011 Issue

From tears to smiles

Corey Newkirk

When my daughter was three years old, I got a new car. I traded in my well-loved, two-door vehicle for a more practical, shiny new four-door car. My daughter was so excited to have her own door and her own window to open and close. She even named the new car “Sparkle River.”

One day my daughter and I went out to run some errands. It was a beautiful, sunny day, and spirits were high. When we arrived at our first stop, I got out of the car, opened my daughter’s door (the rear driver’s side), and flung mine shut. Just as it closed, I heard a cry. Because she was unfamiliar with the design of the four-door car, my daughter had grabbed on to the door frame in between the front and rear doors. The door had closed hard on her little hand.

I immediately scooped my daughter up and hopped into the car with her. I held her tight and knew without a doubt that she was an expression of pure divine Love, and that nothing could hurt or damage Love or her expression of joy. I proclaimed that getting this new car was a happy occasion and it was a blessing. It was useful and practical, and, being such, it could only bring good into our lives. Nothing negative could result from it.

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