There is a picture propped on the windowsill of Maxwell’s bedroom. The windowsill is right next to his bed. It is an unusual looking picture by appearance. There is a little boy doing a handstand in the forest, near a river.
If you were to see it, you would say, “Why is this unusual looking photo in Maxwell’s room right next to his bed?”
And I would answer you this…
Never ever doubt the praying faith or beautiful dreams of children.
You know, in the Bible there was a big dreamer. His name was Joseph, and he often had many dreams that either got him in or out of big trouble.
But these dreams were not his own. They were dreams that God gave him and brought about in truth and reality in God’s timing.
When Maxwell was on the cusp of death, a friend’s son had a dream about him—Maxwell. And his dream, as told by his mom to me, went something like this…
“Mom, I dreamed that there was a little boy doing a handstand on the bank of the river. That little boy was Max!”
And so she sent to Poland a framed picture of a little boy (her son) doing a handstand and pasted it on a different picture at the bank of the river.
And that little boy, doing the handstand on the bank of the river, represents Max.
Her son, he dreamed a dream that he believes God gave him…That Maxwell would live and grow and one day do a handstand on the bank of a river.
Well, today Maxwell is still too small to do a handstand at the bank of a river, but nearly every day of his little 27-month-old life, he puts his head on the ground, sticks his little, adorable butt in the air and waits for his sissy (known to most as Adelyne) to come and lift him up and over for a complete somersault.
It’s not a handstand at the bank of a river—yet. But it’s a show of life. Strength in training. And living in motion.
And every day I glance at that picture. The one of the little boy on the bank of a river doing a handstand and am reminded about a boy, far away, that dreamed and believed. Dreamed of my son and how God would restore his life and give him strength to live, to grow, and to flourish.
And every day I am thankful that my friend’s son took the time to dream. To pray. And to believe.
I pray that one day you, too, will be doing a handstand on a riverbank! Or whatever it is in your life that God lays upon your heart.
Have faith, my dear friend, pray, and believe.
Now faith is the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen.