Josiah is becoming a little man right before my eyes. He is morphing into a little Thad and our house is only big enough for one of those!
Earlier this week, I had penciled in today to cook a meal and take it to the man that I had seen sitting on his porch last week. I cooked a manly meal early this afternoon, packed it in tinfoil, and loaded it into the car. I was excited and a little anxious about this endeavor. I did not know him and he certainly was not going to be expecting me this afternoon. I said silent prayers all the way to his house: please let him be home, please let him be alone, please let me not get mugged, raped, or killed. The last prayer was overkill, but hey, his house is on a scary street.
I actually drove by his house 3 times trying to work up the nerve to stop. He was not on his porch, but there were 3 other guys sitting on it. Oh, what should I do??? I asked the kids what they thought we should do and everyone but my little Thad said, “Just go back home!”. Josiah wanted to see us check this event off of our little white board and he said, “Mama, I’ll go up there with you if you are scared. I’ll carry the food and put it on his doorknob.” I circled the block one more time, parked the car down a side street and Josiah delivered the meal! We quickly spoke to the other men who said that Milton (his name-I got a name!!!) was at the store, but that they would make sure he got dinner.
I don’t know if Milton got his meal tonight, but the Lord gave me the opportunity to witness something special: my son’s wild heart. And his heart is just like his dad’s. I am one lucky girl.