One of the biggest fears I have in regard to moving to Nicaragua is how it will affect Tate and Theo. I realize they are on loan from God and are not mine, but I am still responsible for the way they are raised and I want them to look back on their childhood with fond memories of being loved, cherished and well cared for.
As parents we’ve been praying fervently that our boys would come to love Nicaraguans the way we do, and even more so. We pray protection, divine love, provision over them and us as well. We’re confident that God is answering these prayers in real ways, never more so than last night.
Yesterday a parent at Tate’s preschool told me that her daughter has decided to marry Tate, and talks about him all the time. I thought I should ask Tate how he feels:
Me: Tate, how to do you feel about Hannah wanting to marry you?
Tate: Well, I like her. She’s nice. But I’m not getting married until I’m much older.
Me: That’s quite a relief!
Tate: Yeah. And besides, I’m going to marry a Nicaraguan girl anyway.
Seriously? Awesome. I know, I know. He’s five (and a half) so it doesn’t really mean anything.
But, see, it does. It means he’s getting that divine love for Nicaraguans. I don’t know what the future holds in regard to him or his wife, but I do know that God is preparing his heart now for what’s coming. As a parent there’s no greater joy than seeing your child flourish in his calling.
I feel right now that Tate’s being prepared to flourish.
Tate, someday you’ll read this or hear this story and I want you to know that I love you always, no matter what. I’m so proud of the boy you are and the man you will become.