Now Grandma’s love of a little boy has begun. Grandma pondered in her heart on how to teach a little boy to be a little boy since she had only girls. But the answer soon came because boys are created to be boys. You do not have to teach them how.
On school days, Grandma would go to Rooster’s house and see that he gets on the big yellow school bus that picks him up from his house. The big school bus would then go to the end of the street and turn at the cul-de-suc and come back by the house. Grandma would stand outside and wave her hand as the big bus went by.
Afternoon came, and it was time for the big bus to drop Roo off at his house. Grandma sat on the couch so she could see Roo get off the bus. The big bus stopped and the door opened, and Roo jumped off and ran into the house and said, “Grandma, I saw you standing behind the blinds this morning when the bus came by the house. Grandma, were you waving with your hand?”
“No,” Grandma said, “I was waving with my heart.
This is a true story of a Haitian boy named Boci. Boci lives in the high mountains of Thiotte, Haiti, with his mother and sister. Boci and his family live in a mud and grass hut like most Haitians.
One summer, a huge hurricane came to the area and caused rock slides and mud slides. Whole villages were covered completely with the rock and mud. The rutty roads had become impossible to travel on. Only people who had donkeys and burros could travel.
Sister Austine was so happy because she knew that God had answered Boci’s prayer for a new pair of shoes and she knew that Boci was going to church.
With three brothers and three sisters, I was the one who seemingly “fell through the cracks” and the one who seemed most unlikely to go back home, returning to the nest to comfort Mama in her old age. In fact, never in a million years would I have thought I would be the one to do this. In my opinion, every one of the others were more qualified and certainly more able to do this. I believe it was nothing short of Divine Providence that brought me back to a place I had said all my life I would never live in again.
But I found out a blessed truth: there is healing in your own home. Mama lived better because someone who cared was with her seeing to her needs and wants.
In amidst the screeching tires, honking horns, and much hollering back and forth as the cars passed, the Lord spoke these words to me, “Possess the land!” In a flash, I knew just what land He was talking about.
God had given me this “flash dream” and in it, I was standing next to a man who was very tall, and I quickly associated him with a well-known evangelist. This man was about six feet and six inches tall and had a lot of bushy blond hair. In this dream, he walked up to me and put his arm over my head, cuddling my head under his armpit instead of putting his arm around my waist or shoulders, like you do when you hug someone. Then he kissed me on the left side of my forehead and walked off.