As I found a semi clean area to sit on the curb this morning, I spotted a little boy. The reason he stood out is because he was not with the crowd of kids fawning over us to play. Instead he stood apart, glancing at the sky. Suddenly he took off like a bullet, arms stretched far behind him, little feet pumping as quickly as he could go. He looked as though he was off to rescue someone, taking off in the opposite direction. This little four year old's name was Razel.
I watched his imagination fly as he ran from alley to alley, squinting into the sky. I called him over to talk and was submerged into his imaginary battle between good and evil. As quickly as he appeared, he disappeared and I found myself disappointed that we didn’t get to play longer.
I turned back around to a “hey! Hey!” and found a smiling young boy sprinting towards me with a sword nearly the size of himself. He passed me his plastic weapon and we began our fight against enemies only he could see.
In these situations with young children one has two choices: to buy full into the story character you are playing or laugh at their bright imagination and walk away. I chose the former. We scanned the horizon and chased after the bad guys. I didn’t laugh at his huge plans and goals but followed closely behind ready to go wherever he lead.
That’s what God calls of us all. To buy in, 110% and lead where he follows. Not asking questions and worrying about how we may look but whole heartedly committing to His huge plans. I could have very easily ignored the boy set apart from the rest. I would have happily played with the little girls climbing on my arms and back. But this little challenge brought upon just the adventure I needed. I loved him through the worries of what it may look like for an American to be running through the streets in a dress with a large plastic sword.
God wants to bless us through those challenges and huge plans. Just as this little boy continued to bless me. As a trickle of rain fell on my head, he ran away. And just like before, as quickly as he ran off, he reappeared, this time carrying a huge plastic sword in one hand and a bright pink umbrella in the other. Tears came to my eyes as he surprised me by walking right over and giving me his umbrella. He saved the day one last time
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