“They called me a ‘fail lover’, mommy.” Now, I certainly didn’t know what that meant, but I did know this: they’d better not be calling my boy that. Apparently, the bullying had been going on for quite a while. There were other adjectives used to describe him, but I will stop with “fail-lover”. Mothers everywhere describe their sons as sweet, quiet, and docile, but Caleb really is! He has one of the most genuine hearts I have ever seen, and I usually ask God, “How is it that I get to be his mom?” He loves the underdog, and the underdog he made friends with was a boy who was made fun of all the time, and was called a “fail” quite often. Due to their friendship
It was one of those moments. You know, the kind where you can’t feel the lower half of your body. A young boy walked up and said, “Are you Cameron’s mom?” The way he said it ... my motherly instinct knew he wasn’t asking because he was curious. Something was wrong. “Follow me,” he ordered, his voice elevated. As our walk slowly turned into a run, the other moms followed. When a child is hurt, a sudden hush comes over a crowd of moms talking, and a sense of uneasiness sets in. As we followed, a man rushed towards us with my crying child in his arms. “He fell from the top of the slide, it could have been so bad!” he shouted. This man was an angel--he was a
I had no idea that I was in a room full of warriors. Warriors fight. They were victims of human trafficking; sounds like words from a CSI television episode, doesn’t it? Well, unfortunately, it’s not just on television- it is real. While on a mission trip I had the privilege and honor to be in a room full of women who had been rescued from the world of trafficking. I have heard numerous testimonies in my life; however, none have left me with such emotion as hearing these women. I was and am forever changed. Listening to their rescue scenarios, I was struck by their amazing bravery, how they made daring attempts, and how they cried out from the depths of their souls to be
Five… Four… Three… Two… One... the clock chimed midnight and it became 2011, just like that! Thanksgiving is over, Christmas decorations repacked and stored in the attic for another year, and it’s time to do it all over again. Going into a new year, it seems an age old pattern resumes. We begin to reflect on the year that just past, review and grade ourselves on all that we did or didn’t do, and then of course, resolve what we’re going to do for this year! As I read the top ten resolutions for 2011, which include losing weight and saving money, I was quite discouraged because those don’t sound too appealing. :) So, I pondered on what it is that I resolve to do.