A Boy Called Me Mom

A boy called me mom…

My heart will forever be changed.

I will forever be attached to Swaziland…

Because a boy called me mom.

A boy who is old enough to know the meaning of mother…

Called me mom.

A boy who speaks good English…

Called me mom.

A boy who I met on the first day we ever did ministry and have been OBSESSED with ever since…

Called me mom.

A boy with gaping holes in all of his clothing…

Called me mom.

A boy whose shoes are barely holding together…

Called me mom.

A boy who at the age of six knows gang signs…

Called me mom.

A boy who at the age of six has seen more than I have in my entire life…

Called me mom.

A boy with a street boy spirit…

Called me mom.

A boy who has a mom who can’t provide for him…

Called me mom.

A boy who has so much potential but is stuck in the slums of Swaziland…

Called me mom.

A boy whose heart cries out for love and compassion…

Called me mom.

A boy who is in desperate need of nurturing…

Called me mom.

A boy whose eyes melt my heart…

Called me mom.

A boy looked into my eyes and said, My mom is in the hospital, but it is okay because you are my mom now.

I had to look into the eyes of an ABSOLUTELY DESPERATE child and tell him I can’t be his mom.

I will NEVER be the same.

EVER.

His words have been ringing in my ears and I just can’t seem to shake them.

I have been WRECHED by his words.

I wanted to pick him up and get to America as fast as we could.

I want to be his mom.

He trusts me.

He realizes that I love him.

He loves me.

He believes in me.

He knows that I would do ANYTHING for him.

When he can put his defensives down and can be a child and not have to act like an adult at age six, he loves to play.

He loves to play soccer.

He loves to play cops, and arrest Ruth and I and put us in jail.

He built me and him a house out of sticks and branches.

I have become friends with his aunt who is 12 years old.

He still lives in his grandmother’s house.

This means that his mother is/was probably a teen mom.

He does not know where his dad is.

His mom is having another baby.

She is not married.

I don’t know if he is kissed goodnight.

I don’t know if someone gives him a bath.

I don’t know if someone makes sure that he brushes his teeth.

I don’t know if he has pajamas to sleep in.

I don’t know if someone reminds him daily that Jesus desperately cares for him and is wooing him.

I don’t know if someone tells him that he is more than his surroundings.

I don’t know if someone tells him that he can rise above the street life.

I don’t know if someone tells him that he is so very loved.

I don’t know if someone holds him and tells him that everything will be okay.

I don’t know if he is HIV positive and his life will be cut short because of something that he could do nothing about.

I don’t know if he is an orphan with a mother that sleeps in the same room as him.

I don’t know what his future looks like.

His name is Zolacke.

And he will forever have my heart.

Looking into his eyes for the last time before I leave will be the hardest thing I have ever done.

I do know that the Lord is sovereign.

I do know that the Lord is breaking my heart for orphans EVERYWHERE.

I do know that the Lord is comforting me.

I do know that He is my refuge.

I do know that He will hold my sweet Zolacke in His arms.

I do know that He is the Father to the fatherless.

I posted a picture of Zolacke and I on my facebook last week.

Please join me in praying over my baby’s
life. That he would grow into a STRONG, BIBLICAL, man and the Lord
would use him to set his country on FIRE for the Gospel!

The Lord has used a six year old boy to completely melt my heart for orphans.

The Lord has shown me another side of
His incredible love for me through a little snot-nosed, rowdy six year
boy, calling me mom.

I am thankful to get to see yet another side of our AMAZING Father.

He is so VERY good to me!

Love,

Carly