“I got the boots you really wanted,” Little Boy gasps, trying to hold back a sob. His father has just returned home from the war after being presumed dead. A bandage swaddles Dad’s head, but the precious cowboy boots are finally his. The gift finds its home.
The simplicity of faith impresses and daunts me. The boy in the movie Little Boy (2015) waited and hoped for so long, enduring taunts and discoraging words, never giving up his mustard seed faith. I want so much to continue hoping because I know God gave me these desires for motherhood, to parent with my loving husband. But the children I covet are beyond my grasp. Waiting is hard.