The Lord Works in Mysterious Ways

I have confessed to this many times before but it is only because it is God's honest truth: becoming a mom has made me soft. I am sure some of it has to do with hormones but I think the majority of it is because I witness something wonderful and it fills me so full that I have to make room for it so the tears start flowing. A LOT of tears. I just finished a book last night and I am pretty sure my husband thought he was going to have to commit me. I asked him to get me a Kleenex and he just brought me the whole box. (The book was Same Kind of Different As Me. It's a true story and all of you need to read it. It is wonderful and a modern day chapter of the Bible.)

The tears are never of sadness. I always cry because I am moved by some act of kindness or the simple fact at how perfect Gavin looks when he is sleeping. I am so tired of the news. I don't watch it at all anymore. If something is important enough for me to know about, my husband will come home and tell me. I'd rather be ignorant to it all. It might not be the smartest thing but then again, I never claim to be smart. But honestly, who wants to be constantly reminded of the bad in the world when there is so much good being done in our every day lives? The man who bought my lunch when I was seven months pregnant because he felt bad that I still had two months to go looking like that. The couple at our church that put Chad's name on the prayer list simply because we said we were so burdened by an unsold house. People like Denver Moore (read that book and you will know!) and sweet little souls like Kase Powell.

Kase Powell- the bravest little guy I know.

Kase is 20 months old and belongs to a friend of my family's. He has recently been diagnosed with a brain tumor and cancer. At first you gasp and say "How can something so awful and ugly happen to someone so small and sweet?" And it is awful. You wish nothing like this was ever even a thought in this world. But the reality is that Kase is sick and he is fighting a big battle very early in his life. He has undergone surgery and spent countless nights in a hospital bed. This is not the first time this has happened to a child and unfortunately it will not be the last. I have heard stories, even had a friend lose her five year old to cancer, and I have sent up my prayers but this one has just hit me so hard.

Seeing pictures of Kase with those tubes coming out of him and the stitches across his shaved head is almost more than I can bear. I can't help but be morose and picture Gavin laying there. What would I do? How does Amy (Kase's mom ) handle it? But then I see Kase in those same pictures and he has a smile on his face almost too big for the picture to hold. And I realize that he knows. He knows the good in the world. He knows all the people that are praying for him and thinking of him. I wake up every day and see Gavin's sweet smile and Kase pops into my head immediately. I can't stop thinking of this child that I have seen maybe three times. Kase has opened up a part of my dad that I have never seen before. Of course my dad has always been a good friend to those around him and always willing to help out a fellow neighbor. But when he heard Kase's story, he sprung into action like I have never seen. He created a website dedicated to Kase and his battle, he set up a fund for the family and he has been asking for prayers from everyone he can possibly think of. Now in my family, it is my mom who is the philanthropist. Not to say that the rest of us are the devil in disguise, but my mom is the one that always goes the extra mile. I am convinced God has a special phone line just for her. But Kase moved something in my dad. I go on his website and see posts from people that do not know the Powell's at all but are sending up prayers for that little boy. Kase has moved people he will probably never meet in his life. Isn't it funny that he is the one in the middle of the battle, yet we are the ones that are changed from it? Incredible.

Please read more about Kase and his daily battle at www.littlekaseman.net. Donate, encourage and pray for him. Even if you don't know him, he and his family still need your help. I hope he touches a little part of you. He is certainly one amazing little man!