I’m getting old! Well, at-least it seems that way. I just turned 35 years old. Most people know when their birthday is, especially children. My 4 year old is already anticipating her birthday coming in March. She has things planned out and talks about it frequently. It’s not very often that you come across a child that doesn’t know their birthday or how old they are, especially if they are 11. However, I talked with one the other night at our fall festival. It was actually one of our children, Juan.
Our children were very exciting about going to the fall festival at the church and of course, getting a ton of candy. The church was packed and everyone was having a great time. Towards the end of the night, it came time for musical chairs. They broke it up by age group. I was in charge of starting and stopping the music and Juan was right by my side helping me. At one point he turned to me and asked how many years he was. I didn’t understand what he was wanting, to which he asked again…how old am I? He had been patiently waiting his turn for musical chairs, but didn’t know when to go because he didn’t know how old he was. When I told this young man that he was 11 and it was his turn to play, it was as if I told him he won a million pesos. Smiles and joy filled his face as he ran to the chairs.
I am so thankful for and treasure those little moments, like that night with Juan. It reminds me of the importance of what we are doing and gives me the desire to want to love on and minister to these children all the more.