My son is a senior in high school this year, and he will graduate this May 2011. He is your typical teenager with all the drama life has to offer. I am very proud of him, he has endured so much in the last 7 years, and I am sure that he will be given much to endure thoughout his life; and God will always be with him.
When my son was a freshman in high school, he attended his first high school Homecoming Parade. He did not participate in the parades and he regreted not riding on his class floats. He would always say that he would ride on his class float the following year, but he never did. This year my son planned to be with his fellow classmates and enjoy the parade riding ontop the Senior class float; he volunteered to help with the decorations for the float. Saturday morning he met up with his classmates and was extremely excitedly about the Homecoming Parade.
I was one of many spectators enjoying the Homecoming Parade, every class went by and when the Senior's float was approaching I was waiting with my camera on the ready. I searched for my son on the float, but I could not find him. All the Seniors were waving to their family and friends, but I did not see my son. As the float passed me I saw my son walking behind, inhaling the fumes from the tractor truck that was pulling the Senior float. My heart sank. I was so heartbroken for him because he did not get to participate with the rest of the Seniors on the float that he helped decorate. He was walking with one of his fellow classmates. You see, this classmate is in a wheelchair.
When I met up with my son I was hurting for him, and I was crying. When I asked him what happened he told me that his friend was not able to go on the float so a volunteer asked him if he would walk with her behind the float; the volunteer had asked other students and they refused. I asked him if that bothered him, and he said, "No mom, she is my friend." I was so proud of him. He lived out what Jesus asks us to do for those can't. My son had a wonderful time at the parade, and he didn't mind giving up the glory of riding on a float in a parade. He was the most distinguished high school Senior for me that day; what a beautiful soul.
I am not writing to brag on my son, he can be a stinker at times, but the memory of my son's loving sacrifice will stay with me for as long as I live. I cry everytime I think about my son's offering for a friend. I thank the Lord everyday for the son He gave me, and for the heart God gave him to serve.
Abudant Blessings to my son. May the Lord give you favor and continue to use you. Amen.
