Have you ever done something that seemed so small and simple at the outset but, as it was happening, your heart told you it was
actually something monumental?
That just happened to me with one of our BP boys . . . we had a birthday party for him.
I have never seen this little boy smile so much.
My heart knew that this was something unbelievably special for him. Not to be taken for granted.
Had he had other birthday parties? I don't really know.
Was this the first cake that was just for his honor? No idea.
But this little boy lives a life that carries with it the burdens of never having enough, of needing to keep his eyes open for good items
to recycle or opportunities to eat a little extra.
His life is different from that of the children of you, who read this blog.
He doesn't lose things. If I give him six crayons and two worksheets for practice, he brings them all back A WEEK LATER and proudly presents them to me for a star stamp on his papers and on his hand.
How blessed we are to get the chance to sow into this child's life!
Like standing on holy ground . . . and singing "Happy Birthday". . .