I call on You, my God, for You will answer me; turn Your ear to me and hear my
prayer. Psalm 17:6 (NIV)
I'm leaving the post office,
receipt in hand. It reads, “First Class International Kenya.” I’ve just mailed
a birthday card and small gifts to my sponsored son.
He was young when our family
began sponsoring him. Without my glasses that day, I couldn’t read his name or
see his face as I chose
a card. I prayed, “God,
You pick the child for us.”
When I found my glasses, saw his
sweet face and read his name, I cried joyful tears. God had heard my prayer and
indeed, picked this child. His name was Boniface. We shared the first three
letters of our names—a little trinity of letters joined us with God.
Holding his picture, I wept again—sad
tears, for his little mismatched clothes and serious face.
I wanted to do so much for him
and shower him with gifts, but could only send small, flat things fitting in an
envelope. What I could freely give him were my prayers. I decided to make up
for spiritually what I couldn't give him materially. I pray fervently for him
to grow up to become a great man of God.
Today he is a young man of eighteen,
wearing a white shirt and tie, studying hard in school. He writes to me of his
faith in God who sustains him. He is praying for my
children, "Tell them to focus on God's gospel on a daily basis."
Again, I cry tears of joy with praise and thanksgiving to God who faithfully hears
every prayer. I am mightily blessed.
Father,
thank you for times You show us You have heard our prayers, as well as those
times we wait in faith.
©2016 Bonnie Mae Evans
