MY 5-YEAR-OLD MADE AN ENTIRE RESTAURANT CRY WITH ONE SIMPLE ACT
I was sitting at Waffle House with my 5-year-old son, Josiah, when he noticed a man standing outside. His clothes were worn, his face tired, and he carried everything he owned in a small, tattered bag.
“Mom,” Josiah whispered, tugging at my sleeve. “Who is that?”
I looked over. “I think he might be homeless, sweetheart.”
Josiah’s face scrunched in confusion. “What does that mean?”
“It means he doesn’t have a home,” I explained softly. “And he might not have food either.”
That was all it took. Before I could stop him, Josiah jumped out of his seat and ran to the man, waving him inside like an old friend.
“You don’t have a home? You can eat with us!” he said, beaming.
The man hesitated, looking down at his worn-out shoes. The whole restaurant went silent. I could feel everyone watching, waiting to see what would happen next.
I nodded, smiling. “Please, let us get you a meal.”
When the waitress arrived, she asked what the man wanted. Before he could even answer, Josiah excitedly said, “Get him the biggest burger we have!”
But what happened next broke me.
Before the man could take a single bite, Josiah said, “Wait! We need to pray first.”