Micaiah

This morning was one of those mornings where I didn't want to get out of bed.  I layed there, pressing snooze twice on my alarm, hoping that the next time it went off I would feel more rested.  It was definitely a coffee morning!  I finally scraped myself up and got ready to take my oldest, Micaiah to school.  Little did I know that God had some encouragement coming my way!

You see, it has been a long couple of weeks.  We have friends who are dealing with real loss.  I have friends with broken bones, broken marriages, and one dear friend who is grieving the loss of her fourth child, before he is even born.  I am amazed at these stories of sorrow, pain and suffering!  God molds us all in different ways, with varying tools.  I wish I could take on the burdens of those whom I love and grieve with, but that is the job of our Savior.  I have never thought of my job as a mother as extremely difficult or brave for Jesus.  It is something that brings me great joy, which is why we hope to adopt.  While we wait for our license to foster/adopt and to hear from our social worker, we are powerless.  I have no control over this part of the process and have done all that I can do.  So, the waiting gets difficult and hard to continue to pray for.  Then, I think of my dear friends who are suffering and realize that God has it all mapped out.  Every joyful and painful growing moment!

So, once we were out of bed, clothed and ready for school, we met up with Micaiah's good buddy Adam and his dad and headed down the sidewalk.  After we dropped the little guys off, Adam's dad said this. "Your kids have made an impression on me."  I then asked why and he continued to tell me that one of the children in class was having a birthday party that everyone was invited to, except Adam.  He then proceeded to tell me that Micaiah spoke up and told the boy that he wouldn't go if Adam couldn't.  Adam's dad then said that it is a reflection on our parenting and I proceeded to smile and awkwardly say, "thank you".

The story is sweet for many reasons.  One, we have been trying to reach out to the families in our neighborhood.  Two, when we chose Micaiah's name it was because it was a unique name and a wonderful story in 1 Kings 22.  You see his name comes from the story of a prophet who would only speak the truth to a king, regardless of the consequences.  We always felt that his name was a bit of a tall order and hoped there would be no pressure on him to be something that God has not created him to be.  Funny how God uses little people to teach us huge lessons.  I am proud of my son, not because he did this kind thing for his friend and it is a reflection of me.  I am proud of my son because he is a reflection of Christ!  He chose to bravely stand up for what he saw as fair, good, and loving.  He is not mine, he is God's.  I hope he can always be that brave with his peers, in a perfect world that is how it would look.  Regardless, I am grateful for the little moments that I see Jesus living in my children and allow me to learn from them!

Micaiah is a great name and my sons heart is living for Jesus.  He isn't perfect every moment of the day but he shows glimpses of his Savior.

For that, I am encouraged!