"Trick-or-treat for UNICEF, please."
And I'm like, Are you kidding me? Is this for Real?
And then this,
"I want to raise money for a school!"
It's almost too much to contain. This joy. The bubbling over of wonder that nearly makes me cry.
What will his heart do with this one life?
I want to tell him about this idea poking my heart.
And...he's off...scurrying in the land of eight-year-old-boy-Halloween-happy.
So much of me wants to sit him down awhile and preach it. And then I remember how He's got this.
And preaching can do more harm than good.
Too often I think it's all my job. This parenting. This teaching. This encouraging.
And then I remember, it's Him.
Our roots are planted in Him. Deep. Firm. Purpose-filled.
"...for five, short, bold beautiful minutes... unscripted and unedited...