And then it all comes down to this: God is constantly watching over us, whether we are aware of it, or not.
Yesterday Doug and I went to the paper depot to buy his school material. Unfortunately we could not savour the moment throughly - I had to run other errands and time was against us. However, it was all good.
He could not decide on anything, except a 400 pages notebook. I wonder how heavy that must feel for a 27kg, 12 y.o. boy. Other than that, I had to make all the choices. I tried to balance it by buying a sports pen holder here, a cool yet non-expensive set of pens here - I reckon I could have chosen just anything, and he'd be more than pleased.
I was so glad when the first thing he said after arriving back at the org was "it is a pity that aunt Isabel is not here to see my school things..." He pulls the right strings, I tell ya... He knows she will be proud and encourage him, as he earned every bit of it.
Plus, I don't know if I mentioned it before, nor have I enough time to check now, but we all know how fond children are with coins, so everyday Doug dropped by he earned himself a 0,50 BRL - the equivalent of 0,23 USD. So by the time we arrived at the depot, he had some cash of his own to buy whatever he wanted.
He picked a drawing book.
I was speechless. No fancy pen, nothing to make anyone else jealous, nothing to show off. A drawing book. I have no words to express my gratitude for this boy's character. May God allow him to grow wiser and wiser. A child, still. But what a child!
Thank to all friends who helped with prayers, good thoughts and donations so Douglas could be in school. I could mention a few names, Oxaene, Roland, Igiko, and my best friend and counselour down under. All of them gave their best to make it happen, and I am so grateful for that.
This is just the beginning, God willing.
There is too much more to be done.
For all that, in Arabic, we say:
Praise be to God.