Humbled

Many of my experiences in the past week further prove that God uses my child to humble me from time to time and completely draw me out of my comfort zone.  I like to be unseen and unnoticed by the general public; not my son.

My child has rarely ever met a stranger.  He carries on conversations with anyone and everyone who will talk to him or gives him even a tiny dose of attention.  Unless of course, you want him to.  Then he takes a vow of silence. None of the times we were out in public this week were as humbling as when we were at a prenatal imagining clinic.

Side story-my friend Morgan lives over an hour away so when I had the chance to meet up with her this week, I jumped at the opportunity.  Morgan is a kindred spirit of mine.  We share many of the same views on health, parenting, life, etc.  It's always a pleasure to spend time with her and her family.  We met Morgan and her husband, Kevin during one of our adoption classes and found out they too were attempting to adopt from THOGL.  Come to find out, God had different plans for their family and they were pregnant with their little girl, Naomi.

Now back to the story at hand, Morgan is now pregnant with their second little one, hence the prenatal imagining clinic. She kindly welcomed us to come back to the ultrasound room but knowing my little bundle of energy I decided to wait in the waiting room and offered to keep her little girl too.  Naomi sat in her chair and looked at one of Titus' book the entire time her mother was gone and only talked a few times.  Seriously, a perfect little angel.  Now, Titus was not naughty or disobedient he's just well...friendly.

A couple expecting their first bundle of joy walked into the office excited to find out what whether they should buy pink or blue.  Titus was happily sitting next to Naomi reading; until they made the grievous error to initiate conversation with him. Next thing I knew my son was out of his chair, sitting on a stranger's lap, cuddled up against this daddy-to-be's chest, and being read the book "How Much Does God Love You?".   It happened so fast.  I kindly told the man he didn't need to read to my child...really.  He politely responded, "It's okay, I need all the practice I can get.  In a few months I'll have a little one of my own."  Oh my....   Thankfully the couple was very nice, very sweet, very obliging, and very gracious to my little extrovert.  However, I was mortified.  Since Titus has come home I have been drawn into more conversations with strangers than I care to count; whether by his initiation or theirs.

The man read in a loud boisterous voice to Titus declaring over him how much God loved him.  The woman sitting next to her husband looked as uncomfortable as I felt during my son's charade.  But, neither Titus nor the man seemed uncomfortable and both seemed to be in their natural element.  As the book droned on I felt God giving me a sense of peace that someone was hearing this little children's book that needed to.  God bless my little boy who is proud to boldly share the love and truth of God.  Once again, I feel like my son sometimes teaches me more than I teach him.

* Please keep Morgan, Kevin, Naomi, and their unborn little one in prayer as she was just placed on bed rest this week indefinitely.