Sitting in a room in Coronado, California, I embrace thanks living.
A brief visit with a man in the Guatemalan airport. Just a small thing.
This man, a chaplain for the Navy, I’d meet again. Three days ago.
But this time, my entire family would meet him.
A small thing blossoming.
And he’d be the one used by God to bring a dream to life for my oldest son.
A meeting with the Navy SEALs for this child of mine.
A boy who has had a taste for the military since an early age.
A boy who once read a book about a particular group of men called SEALs.
And the boy hasn’t stopped reading about these men.
I arise on the Naval Base our first morning praying to God that He’ll give my son direction. Asking Him to stop Camden if this isn’t the path He’s ordained.
Then, I walk outside and receive something beautiful.
A sunrise over Mexico and Pacific blue waters.
A small thing blooming huge over mountains.
I am reminded God is sovereign.
The next morning I rise early with Camden to jog along the Pacific surf at sunrise.
And I pray again. Lord, please, direct his steps.
I notice my son becoming a young man.
A dream in his heart. Once a fragile seed now budding strong.
Just a small thing turning big.