Today I am thankful for the young man my son is becoming. I received this message from one of his Sunday School teachers this week:
I have been meaning to write you and tell you a story about (The Boy) that touched my heart. A few weeks ago, I stayed in Bible Zone with the kids. When it came time for prayer and they all got in their groups at the front of the gym, I was watching all the kids praying and (The Boy) did not know I was watching his group. He had a group of maybe four or five much younger kids in his group. He definitely took the leadership there. He looked into the eyes of every one of those kids leading them in prayer and then encouraging the younger ones there to pray too, all the while bowing his head to tentatively listen to each one of their prayers. You could tell when he was talking to them that he genuinely was listening as each one spoke. Again, he had no idea that I was watching him. I was so proud of him that I almost started crying. He just took charge in his group, but did it in such a loving and caring spirit. As a mother, my kids never get too old that I do not enjoy hearing their peers and friends tell me something they accomplished or done a great job in. (The Boy) was amazing, and with you being his mother, I thought I should finally get around telling you this story. He is such a sweet kid. I really enjoy having him in my Sunday School class.
To say that this made me proud would be an understatement.
As great as he is, he refuses to let me get a decent picture of him. You'd think I was attacking him instead of trying to take his picture.