My son is at church. Preaching. I just can’t wrap my head around this. My baby boy is sharing words that God put on his heart. In public.
He seemed to have a special connection with my dad, but I thought is was just because they shared the same chronic illness. I couldn’t have imagined years ago that he would be following in Grandpa’s footsteps. I know this may not be a vocational choice, but I am convinced God gave him the gift of spoken word.
He has been working on this all week. He asked me enough questions I know he was trying to be accurate in his Biblical references. I got to hear him practice a couple times, and I have to say I was impressed. Not only with the message, but with his improvement in a couple days. I admire his openness. I don’t know too many young men with that kind of insight, let alone the nerve to say it to a room full of people.
I don’t know exactly what God has planned for him, but I know it is something special.