Mom of teenager.
At officially 4:12 p.m.
It’s a whole new ballgame from the first school years and brings new victories and challenges. I don’t enter this stage with fear but the peace of God not just on me, but him. I felt early on the time to train him in things of the Lord was early. I knew if I waited until he was a teen, it would be too late.
He’s a kid that signed up for Compassion on his own and chose Burkina Faso because he knew it was a high HIV area. He’s the kid that started to cry the night we moved to the area because a man stopped me in the parking lot at night and asked for directions and I explained I didn’t know where anything was. He felt bad for the man.
He’s a typical teen in a lot of ways, games, gadgets and girls are on the radar but they don’t own him.
He’s a kid that at five years of age was praying for the elimination of communism in China.