I went to dinner with Kevin and the boys the other night, there is a new Indian restaurant in town and I was dying for Kevin to try it, luckily God has blessed us with incredibly easy feeders. Our kids like everything, with the exception of polenta ( I can live with that). I am not sure if that is because our house is sort of like a Nazi Regime (small joke) or just because they have very refined taste buds.
We finished with dinner, it was fantastic in case you were wondering, and the boys and I headed for home. The restaurant is in the middle of downtown, and so we had to head by the homeless shelter on the way to our house. Out of sight, out of mind…..you know the routine, don’t make eye contact…that man is a drunk, or a druggie, or a criminal. I know I am at risk for sounding very shallow and self-absorbed, but I don’t think I am reaching, when I say we are all guilty of some form of prejudice.
When we crossed in front of the shelter, Cooper saw a man curled up in a nearby doorway, and he looked at me and said, “Mom, why is that man sleeping on the sidewalk? Where is his family? Doesn’t he have anyone that loves him, that will help him?”
For the first time in my entire life, I looked at that bum laying in a doorway and I saw a man, a broken and wounded shell of a person. I don’t know his story, I don’t know what circumstances brought him to where he is today, that part doesn’t matter. What mattered to me, was that I was convicted………
That man was somebodies son, someones child. Someone had rocked him, nursed him, kissed his scuffs and scrapes. Someone had hoped and dreamed big things for him. Someone Loved him, and wanted him to succeed.
I looked over at Cooper and then back to Mac and Moose, and I cried. I cried for that man, for my kids, and for the fact that this world is so dark and scary. I prayed that the man laying in the doorway would know that no matter his circumstances, he was a dearly loved child of God….I also prayed that God would soften my heart, so that I would not be guilty of looking at the circumstance, instead of the person.
Incidentally that man has stayed on my mind the last few days, and I have been really praying for the lives of my boys, that I would be able to guide them and nurture them into men that are compassionate, hard-working and that have a generous and kind nature. Mostly I want them to Love God and Love people.
I have been brought back to the verse in 1 Corinthians 1: 27-29
27 But God chose the foolish things of the world to shame the wise; God chose the weak things of the world to shame the strong. 28He chose the lowly things of this world and the despised things—and the things that are not—to nullify the things that are, 29 so that no one may boast before him.
It took me a minute to understand that my 7-year old scholar, had the ability to humble my heart, and make me look at things with just a little more focus.
Speaking of son’s, I had an ultrasound today, (more for my own reassurance, than for any particular concern) and the Hanson family is having another boy baby! He is happy and healthy and joining a team of 3 very busy, and oh-so excited big brothers. Deep down I knew he was a boy, and I am so thrilled, I told Kevin today, that having this baby be a boy, just makes Little Miss Ireland that much more special.
Here’s a picture (or two) of the little dude.