Frank and our oldest have come home from Ghana. I picked them up from SeaTac and my husband picked me up off the floor with his hug, I am not a small girl, so he has so happy to be home. My son walked over to me with tears in his eyes, gave me a soft hug and told me straight out ''Why are we here?'' Not the reaction I was expecting! Over the time of the day I listened to him cry about how much he wants to be back in Ghana. I would say to him ''I'm so glad you had a great time, enough that you miss it, but this is where we are for right now.''
He did not want to hear this. At bed time when I got to really chat all about the trip, again with tears in his eyes. ''Why cant we just be missionaries in Ghana, and help all the kids find homes?''
I didn't know what to say. I wanted to say that's not what God wants right now, but I was not so sure. So I just said ''If that what God would want us to do, He would really have to make it crystal clear!
I was so touched by his heart, because its mine! If God told us to move to Africa, I would in a heartbeat. However, its not right now a part of the call for us. I always say right now, because God mostly throws me some curve balls, and I just wonder if that's where we will end up?! Ha!
My prayer is that whatever God calls our children to they would follow and we would be the parents to support the God call in them regardless of worldly wisdom!
Then I began to wonder about his little life. The heritage he comes from, a great grandmother that had a huge heart for the lost and lived her life to God's fullest. Even when she was called crazy herself. A mom who in the same boat will speak up for the orphan, and live a life of crazy for Jesus. This is the lineage and I just wonder what his life will be like. Praying every day as God prepares him for what He wants my son to do.
Prepare me sweet Jesus to give my son to you, no matter the cost, no matter the call.