I recently re-watched the movie, “Little Boy.” For those of you who have not seen it, the film depicts the story of a little boy’s amazing love for his dad and the power of faith. The plot begins when the little boy’s father goes to war and how the little boy tries everything in his power to get his father back through faith and good works.
One of my favorite scenes in the movie is when the little boy goes to a priest and asks him, if he really had faith the size of a mustard seed, could God really move a mountain?
The priest explains how the little boy is not the “mover” of the mountain. God is.
He further explains how faith is powerful and sometimes when you want something to move so badly, through faith, we can “move” God to move it.I have thought of this scene during so many moments of living in Uganda. Their have been countless mountains I desired to be moved, but they remained stagnant. And other mountains that did indeed move, but it took a boatload of faith and trust during those trying moments of waiting.
I’m in the process of adopting a boy I’ve known for over the past four years. Throughout this ordeal, I have felt tested and tried beyond words.
According to Ugandan Law, a single women is not allowed to adopt a male, except for “exceptional” cases. I’ve read that clause countless time over this past year in curious wondering if Hassan’s case would indeed classify as an “exceptional” case. Over the past four months, extensive investigations have occurred to try to trace and locate any of Hassan’s living relatives. For when an official adoption takes place in Uganda, their needs to be evidence that no living blood relative can provide for the child.
It has been discovered that few people knew Hassan’s biological parents. People reported that Hassan’s father was from Somalia and his Mom was Rwandese. Shortly after giving birth to Hassan, he was abandoned on the side of the road and his parents were never seen again.
Last week, I had the beautiful moment of meeting the old woman who picked 3-month old Hassan up on the side of the road over nine years ago.
Upon meeting her, I was overcome with gratitude that her heart was moved by compassion to pick up this little infant, who has brought so much joy, hope and life back into my soul. No words could appropriately articulate my overflowing heart of thankfulness for her heroic yes in that moment.
At the same time, it was painful to watch Hassan’s eyes as he listened to this old woman tell Hassan’s abandonment story to the lawyer over and over again. His eyes were so wide during the whole meeting, I thought they were going to bulge out of his head.
When Hassan and I left the lawyers office, it broke my heart to see him break down and just cry. Through the tears, he looked up at me and said, ‘why didn’t my mommy want me?’ In that moment, I didn’t know what to say.
Choking back tears, I just told Hassan, ‘Your birth mommy loved you. But I’m here now to always take care of you.
Despite all of the raw and challenging moments of fostering Hassan, at the end of the day, I truly understand him. I understand why he tries to manipulate every situation. This tactic has kept him alive for the past 8 years of his life. I understand why he runs from authority because every authority figure in his life has used that power to hurt him. I understand why its a challenge for him to trust anyone because everyone he has ever known has walked away.
And most importantly, I see a child who simply needs to understand how precious, valuable and irreplaceable he is in my eyes and the eyes of God the Father. Thinking back to all of the hands Hassan has passed through to get to me baffles my mind in miraculous amazement.
Its no coincidence that I was sent to Uganda back in 2013 and fell in love with this little boy. Its no coincidence that he fell 6 feet and shattered his forehead and miraculously recovered from a Traumatic Brain Injury. (Story Here). Its no coincidence that I’m exactly 21 years older then him, so I can officially adopt him.
All of my imbedded fears on how I’m going to raise and provide for this growing boy as a single parent are silenced with hope by the fact that God always orchestrates all things together for the good. Their are thousands of mountains that have been overcome to get here and I know their will be thousands more.
Its so easy to lose heart and be a slave to fear in this life.
I trust that a mountain is being moved right here and right now. Its a gift to take solace in the fact that I don’t have to be the “mover.” This is not the end of the story and I’m not going to be afraid.