The small house was simple, but in better shape then many houses up there. A girl came to the door and we realized we had met her before as her dad was the teacher for the Discipleship Training classes. She was joined by her 5 year old sister, and her older brother. Behind all these kids I noticed a tiny face trying to peer out. The boy was so small he could have easily hidden in the shadows of the other children and been over looked.
Meet M.
I guessed his age to be about 3 or 4 years old, maybe weighing 25 lbs. We were informed that his mother had been diagnosed with cancer during the time she was pregnant with him. She gave birth to him and ended up passing away a few months later. The doctors said the baby would never walk or talk, much less live very long. His aunt took him in as her own and nursed him along. She told me that he was 6 yrs old!
He was small but had the heart of a fighter. When he warmed up to us it was obvious that he craved attention. He loved playing peek-a-boo, blowing kisses and taking selfies. Once he finally let us hold him he stuck on our hip like a tick on a dog!
When I heard his story I instantly thought “Wow, God has some big plans for this little boy!”
Even with that thought I was a little mad. Why would God start this fragile boys life off on a foot of sorrow. His life was already going to be a little harder as he was delayed in growth and development.
I was reminded that he was a miracle baby and people were one day going to be impacted by his story. Already at 6 years old, his story was impacting my heart. This story could have a different ending of a child that didn’t survive or wasn’t wanted. But the Lord gave him life. He allowed M. to defy the odds, a family that loves him and is teaching him about Jesus. God was taking care of M. and in that simple moment it was a good reminder that He doesn’t over look any one.
He has a specific plan for each one of us. Even the smallest children hidden away in a village on top of a mountain.
