Emma came home so I asked her to spend some time with me before her sisters consumed all her attention. She cuddled in front of me as I hugged her and we talked about school and her subjects, hoping to get time to ask about her hardships, but everything was seemingly ok. Then we got into the topic of Martin Luther King Jr., how her teacher’s grandfather had the opportunity to march in DC during MLK’s time. We both agreed how amazing that must have been, taking part of history and how his dream, one man’s dream and courage was able to reverberate even til today, with Emma and her classmates being able to live out that dream. Thinking about it was actually very moving and I was glad I was able to really have a thoughtful conversation with her about its significance.
Then she said something that stopped me from seeing her just as my little innocent eight year old girl.
She said, “Mamam…one day, I want to be like Martin Luther King, Jr. and be able to do something great and stand in front of everyone to tell them how much Jesus loves them.” Her voice became thin and hesitant. Speaking through her tears, she continued, “I just want everyone to know Jesus. I just don’t want anyone to go to hell. I just want everyone to know He loves them.” I asked myself why she was crying. At this age, could she really feel the desperation for salvation? I tried to keep my composure, but her courage humbled me, challenged me, moved me beyond words.
And there it was…her dream at eight years old.
She wants to be a history maker. How I praise God for authoring her heart. I knew it even when she was a toddler, but I never expected this conversation to surface when she’s so young. So we prayed. And as I prayed, I was scared because I know it’s not an easy road, but for His glory, her passion is just starting to be revealed. In The Weight of Glory, Lewis mentions how God places things in our lives strategically to draw us to Him.
“For they are not the thing itself; they are only the scent of a flower we have not found, the echo of a tune we have not heard, news from a country we have never yet visited.”
Emma is just starting to smell the scent of the flower she has not yet found, but it is amazing to see glimpses of God’s handiwork on her. She’s only eight, but she was so moved by the effect of Martin Luther’s courage for an immeasurable cause, that she felt a thumping in her own heart to be able to do great things.
Our children have such potential. We need to tell them stories of heroes. We need to remind them that there are greater needs on this earth and they have a place to one day rise up to become leaders and have a voice. I can only hope and pray that I won’t become a stumbling block for her dreams. But for now, for today, I’m humbled and am immensely proud of her.