Saturday, November 7, 2009

I don't want to forget...

Last night, I took the boys out for a "Momma and Boys"night. We had some fun things planned. As we drove into town and came off the interstate, the boys noticed a man standing with a sign in his hand. My heart just broke when my car was the one that stopped right next to him waiting for the green light. As I looked in the rear view mirror, the boys were just staring. THEN, came the questions... I tried so hard to talk about God's love for the man and why we take food to church for the pantry...BUT in my stumbling explanation about poor and homeless, all that really seemed right was that we needed to pray for the man. Pray that he had a warm bed to sleep in tonight, that he would have food to eat, and that he would find the hope in God.

We pulled into the store parking lot and I turned around asking the boys if they would bow their heads so I could pray. K-man, looked at me with his big blue eyes, "Momma, I would like to say the prayer." As my little boy prayed for "all the poor" and the "those without a bed or food" I knew God heard his prayer and smiled on his sincere worry for the man.

I don't want to forget the boy's faces of concern for the man, the prayer that K-man prayed, the feeling of thankfulness that swelled up in me, and the urgency of the need to pray.

4 comments:

momto4girls said...

I love those moments when I remember why we are told to be childlike!
You are truly a role model as a mom for me to look up to and thank you.

Diane

Lacie said...

Diane, we are in this togther! I am encouraged by you and many other moms out there. Let's be each other's strength and support!
God is so GOOD~

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silken said...

oh I remember!! when we would go to Houston the kids would ask if they could get an extra treat, to give to someone on the side of the road (we would rather give food than $$) this is not the case now that the laws are in place forbidding people to stand on the street corners. Also, something we used to do: we had brown bags filled w/ water, crackers, tuna and a fruit cup. we would hand these to folks just like this. there was once we pulled over and my son walked back over to the guy (of course my son was older) and just this year, my son was the only one in the subway station who would give a guy a dollar...