I can be obedient. Like my daughter who prayed with the faith of a child. She heard God tell her that our family should adopt. “Maybe God meant your family when you are older,” we would say. After all, our family is complete with three daughters and God is not telling me to adopt. We have been through so much with the loss of my grandma and medical issues with two of our sweet girls. And that was just last year’s problems. We don’t have to go back far to count our struggles. We’re just discovering normal again. Please, no more change my heat would cry to God. But I can follow wherever you lead.
I will follow. Even if it means going to Taiwan to get my son. I didn’t want to leave my girls, but it was so obvious that God was taking me to this boy so I could take him home. After all, his mother signed her rights to us while sitting in a restaurant with my husband after only knowing him for a few hours. We passed our home study and the process went so fast. Four months! I may be only one person, but I can lead my son to my King.
I will lead. Although he was almost seven, that boy fought to be a part of our family like I had never seen. It was like he was always one of us. Still, we have maintained a connection with his birth family in hopes of one day telling them the truth. Maybe one day, we could tell a few people.
Our son didn’t wait for one day. He started telling the truth as soon as he knew it. But not to his family. He wrote a letter to a woman who was visiting us from Taiwan. He told her about his King and begged her to know Him too. This boy was too young to know that he was only one person. Like most boys, he was fearless and unaware of the consequences. I knew. And so I prayed the prayers of a person who believed that I was just one person who still thought so small.
That woman who read the letter from our son prayed too. She prayed to know the truth and met the King before she went back to Taiwan. How wonderful, I thought! She could tell her family!
She did tell her family. And she told thousands of women. She told the story of our son. She told the story of his letter. And she told the story of her King. Many of those women left that night knowing the King.
The next day, she told me. And I cried. How could I have questioned the power of one? I was right that I didn’t have much power alone. Neither did a little boy or a new believer. The power was in one King.
I am thankful that He allowed me to be a part of this story. I am thankful that He allowed me to learn through this experience. I am thankful for the growth that my mustard seed experienced in that one year.