Couldn't help the tears...

If you all don't keep up with Beth Moore's blog, Living Proof Ministries, you need to take a look. Beth Moore's daughter, Melissa, is on a trip with Compassion International and has been blogging about her experience. It truly is difficult to look at some of the pictures without feeling some sort of guilt over all that we have. After reading that day's entry, I clicked over to the Compassion website. I saw a little boy and clicked on his name. About the time I was doing this, Max walked into my room and asked me what I was doing. Last night, I was telling him about the girl that we sponser over in Ecuador. I was telling him what she likes to do, how many kids live in her home, what her house may be like, etc. Well, this morning when he walked in he asked who the boy was. I told him his name and that he lives in the same country as friend that we write to and send pictures. The conversation between mother and son went a little like this:

Max: "How old is he momma?"

Me: "He's 6."

"Six!!!! That means he gets to go to kindergarten!!"

I then tell him some of the things that the little boy likes to do, like, playing marbles, ball, and hide-n-seek.

"I love doing all those things momma!"

And without missing a beat, my son asks me,

"Momma, do you think he has spiderman pajamas?"

"Probably not buddy. He probably doesn't have any pajamas."

"I could send him my old pair of spiderman pajamas. The ones with the shorts and the black stuff hanging down from the arms with the little holes in it." (The black stuff hanging down with the holes is the mesh material to make the "webs" under "Spidermans" arms...we won't send the little guy clothes with a bunch of holes in it.)

And with that, he was already in his room getting the pajamas.

While he left his mom with tears rolling down her cheeks.

A little while later I sent out an email with that story and my mom emailed Max back telling of a mission trip a friend of hers is taking soon. She told her friend that Max really wanted to give his spiderman pjs to a little guy who needed them. I called Max upstairs and read his nana's email to him. I asked him if he wanted to mail them to his Nana so that she could get them to someone who could give them to a little boy who didn't have any pjs.

He nodded his head yes and got that sweet Max smile and cuddled up into the crook of my arm. Once again he ran off to get the pajamas, but then stopped in his tracks because he remembered that he had already gotten them a few hours earlier and left them in my room. He was off playing with Maggie again while I sat there with the pjs in my hands, bawling.

Thank you Lord for putting the Holy Spirit to work right there in my son's heart. May he continue to grow in You. Thank you for blessing this mom with that little guy. Amen.

I cannot figure out why this picture wil not rotate. It's driving me nuts, but I am bound and determined to get a May 1st post date....so it'll gotta do.