Restoration

About a year ago I was sitting on the couch when Biniam came home from school. He walked in, a little quiet, but not much different than usual. After our usual greetings, he said to me "mom, what's n*gger?".

My heart sank. Instantly I knew someone must have said that word to Biniam. When we prepared for the adoptions of both our boys we tried to prepare ourselves for situations like these. We like to think we live in a world or a country where people aren't judged by the color of their skin, but unfortunately there are still people too ignorant to see beyond surfaces. Yet I think we still hoped that our boys would be spared.

Biniam and I talked for a while. We talked about Africa, about slavery, about Martin L. King, and about how God loves ALL people equally. Then we prayed for the boy who used that word towards Biniam. We prayed that he would love people, and that he would be loved by others. And we forgave him.

Looking back, I think Biniam was spared somewhat, because at the time he didn't understand how hurtful the boy's intentions were. Things have continued to be rocky with that boy. I hesitate to label him, but he's known as a "bully" at school and in the neighborhood. There have been other altercations between him and Biniam, and each time we've continued to pray for him.

Today I answered a knock at the front door. It was the "bully". He wanted to know if Biniam could play.

God is faithful.