It occurs to me this morning as I listen to one of my fave Ps Steven Furtick preach about receiving something different from what you pictured.

It’s 05h00 am. Often children follow their parents, they follow the people that brought them to life in how they speak, what they eat and values they follow.

What occurs to me is that it’s always been different with Umi. I followed him. I followed him to Christ. When he was formed in my womb everything changed, the day I cried uncontrollably at the alter yet I cannot even remember what was said. That was the day I knew I could never do this without God.

Fast forward 6 years later, driving into an old surbab in Johannesburg delivering a parcel for my friend. A begger standing in the middle of the road asking for food or money. I contamplait for a second without saying a word I decided everything will just be a lot, trying to get my wallet and traffic lights changing before I can even get the money to his hand. It’s all not going to work, maybe next time.

Just in that moment, I hear Umi pleading out of the blue for this man. “Mama please give him something” I respond, who?

He replies “the guy needs money, please let’s help him. Christmas is time for giving”

I tell him the story about traffic lights changing any second now. He insists and pleads for this guy until I quickly grab my wallet and find something.

After the moment he holds my hand and says “I am proud of you mama, that was nice of you”

I tell him, I am proud of him more for his kindness. He smiles and we drive off.

Now I know many children are like this, they take what we teach them and apply it in every situation but for me it is just goodness and mercy. I don’t know how to explain it but God is in this child.

His name is Umikuthi, God is upon us.