As I was walking to church yesterday, I looked up to see a young boy, around the age of four, running towards me with his arms wide open. Immediately I stretched out my arms toward him and stooped to accept his embrace. This was love and joy at its finest. I carried him on my side into church where he stayed with me until the children were asked to leave for their service. I did not see him again until after the second service as I was walking to the market. I found my beloved friend, Brian, running towards me with his arms wide open. A mzungu (white person) is not common here in Busia, which made me ponder if this boy knew he was running for me, or if he just ran because I was a male mzungu.
As I shared with a few of my team mates about how that little boy brightened my day, we were heading back to the church for a youth event and just like all the times before, there Brian was, running towards me with his arms wide open. As the day went on I found out that Brian is sponsored through Compassion, which caused me to look into sponsoring him. I spent the afternoon with my mini me, always imitating whatever I did; whether I danced, sat, laughed or walked, Brian was next to me eagerly waiting my next move.
In those moments I began to understand what God was teaching me through Brian. I was like Brian, a child eager to see his best friend, Christ. Just like the moments when Brian would greet me, so can I run to my Father with my arms wide open and know that He will see me and embrace me. Brian looked to me for his every move, just as I realized I need to look to Him for my every move. It is such a blessing to find God speaking to me through something as small as a four year old boy wanting to be just like me. I so desire to be like Christ the more I run to Him with my arms wide open.
