I sit on the couch and read about Islam as I think about a
boy of 13 years with blond hair, blue eyes, a sweet but goofy smile, and a slew of
baggage no one that age should be carrying. As a teacher, he made me crazy with
his attention-getting behavior. As a mom, he captured my heart, and God gave me
a glimpse into the purpose and plan for this unpredictable, unruly young man.
I’ll never forget the day he first called me Mom. In his
usual no-holds-barred manner, he interrupt...
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