I saw her at the elementary school’s field day.
This was the mom of the boy who had bullied my son so relentlessly that we had to change schools mid-year. If you missed my post about it, click here.
Seeing her caught me off guard enough that my eyes filled with tears.
They weren’t tears of anger. I had already forgiven her, realizing she’s just a mom trying to do the best she can… just like me. The tears were not tears of regret as the change of schools has been life-giving for Sam and a better fit for him long-term.
Instead, they were momma-tears for my son and all he’d been through.
And then it happened.
I felt God prompting me to go talk to her. “No way, God,” I said under my breath. “Not a chance. What would I even say?” But that nagging feeling persisted and even more frustrating, the opportunity kept presenting itself.
How annoying! I just wanted to watch my 2nd grader win the sack race and balloon toss. But I’ve learned that when God moves, it’s best if I do, too.
In the midst of listing off a million reasons not to approach her, this scripture came to mind.
“You don’t have enough faith,” Jesus told them. “I tell you the truth, if you had faith even as small as a mustard seed, you could say to this mountain, ‘Move from here to there,’ and it would move. Nothing would be impossible.” (Matthew 17:20)
With my mustard seed faith that God would give me the words, I walked up to this woman and introduced myself.
To my surprise and dismay, she had no idea what had transpired between our two boys. She didn’t know that Sam was no longer at that school. No one had filled her in on the words and actions her son had tormented my son with.
But God moved in that moment!
Miraculously, our hearts were tendered towards each others situation. God opened my eyes to the difficulties she faced with her son’s anger and his special need. And God allowed me to share the truth of what happened without her becoming defensive or angry.
God healed a little of my heart… and I bet He did the same for her.
Through our conversation, we discovered some inconsistencies from the school’s leadership. We realized that both of our boys were victims in their own ways. An unsettling case of dishonesty from the administration was uncovered.
And in that moment, we found ourselves on the same side of the fence.
You see, that mustard seed of faith was all I needed to make a mountain move.
Had I not trusted God and obeyed His gentle prodding to step out of my comfort zone and into His will…
- the deeper issues would have never been uncovered
- my wounded heart would have taken longer to heal
- the truth would have remained buried and hidden
- Sam’s voice wouldn’t have been heard so clearly
- justice wouldn’t have been served
Sisters, God is in the details… always. Even when we can’t see Him in it, we need to know that we know that we know that He is working all things for good on our behalf.
And when we chose to have that mustard seed sized faith, we get a front row seat to watch Him in action.
God moved a mountain for me.
And now I’m trusting Him to move one on behalf of my son.