:We made them late one night after another project was completed. He called dibs on the wood scraps but wasn't quite sure what to do with them. I suggested swords and in that moment I was crowned Mother of the Year by a little boy with instant wonder in his eyes.
Together we've been including this little friend (shown here) in our daily prayers of thanksgiving. He lives right across the street and shares Jacob's passions of basketball, video games, and sword fighting. I doubt we could have ordered a better companion for Jacob had we made exact specifications ourselves. Thank you, Jesus!
Right now in this new stage of finding new friends for our own journey, their friendship reminds me that God sees each one of us and knows our needs for relationship and connectivity to others. He can and does so often provide just so according to our want.
While having lunch with a client earlier in the day, my husband became privy to the breakdown of a marriage and a new resolution that this man was now going to live for himself. He'd spent enough wasted time being what others expected of him. Now it was his turn to do as he pleased with whomever he pleased, never mind that he'd lost his sons' respect as a result of this public proclamation.
Feeling his embrace and hearing repeated affirmations of his love later that evening, I realized how much this man's decision had impacted my husband. He mourned the loss of love, even for another, and made his own public proclamation that this man's choice would not be his own. The woman he vowed to love could forever expect friendship when the road gets lonely, affection when temptation threatens, and loyalty no matter how rocky the journey.
I don't know why I thought of all of that since beginning this post about little boys and burgeoning friendship. Except maybe because I so often make of my partner a make-believe enemy when all along he's always been on the same side, fighting hand in hand with me.
I'm also linking up at I heart Faces for Let's Hear It for the Boys.
