I packed a care package for the Marine yesterday. It was sitting on the kitchen table last night, box still open.
Blonde rascal wrote a note for his brother and put it in the box. Then he went off to his room and came back with an armful of Hot Wheels. He put the cars in the box and I asked him if the cars were for his brother. (His brother would totally understand that gesture because anyone who knows blonde rascal, knows that he has 9 million Hot Wheels and loves EACH individual one. It would be a significant symbol of love to be given one of his cars!)
However blonde rascal said that no they were not for his brother, they were for the Afghan children.
Big tears streamed down my face, my heart bursting. He gets it. How proud that made me.
At bedtime we prayed for each child in Afghanistan that the Marine will be giving blonde rascal's cherished Hot Wheels to. Prayed that they would not have fear and that they would know that there is a God that loves them.
I probably should go check blonde rascal's Christmas list now...there might be a plea for more Hot Wheels!