A few weeks ago, Nic said to me, "Do you know who I really miss? Miss Julie. I wish I could see her again."
Miss Julie was Nic's speech and language therapist for more than a year, but this past year he didn't see her at all.
Last night, as our service ended, I came down the stairs in the building where we are meeting, after locking up the area we use for the kids. There was a woman standing by the elevators, and I offered her an offhand "Hola."
"Hi!" she said.
When I looked at her properly, lo and behold, it was Miss Julie!!
I went into the service, where Nic was standing on his chair so he could see the screen and sing along.
I said, "Come with me, buddy, I have a surprise for you. There is someone here you really wanted to see."
I opened the door. He took one look, and threw his arms around her. "I've missed you so much!"
How can you ignore a God who listens to the dreams of a 9-year-old boy, and reveals Himself so clearly?