The old farmhouse consisted of three bedrooms for our family of six. My parents in one room and my two older sisters claimed another. The third and smallest room had enough space for one bed which I shared with my younger sister.
As my older sisters married and an addition was built, I moved into my own room and reveled in the open space. My space. Room for posters of David Cassidy and Donnie Osmond. Room to dream about cute boys and college. Room for What if and Someday.
A young man in Tanzania will soon have room for his What If and Someday. A Compassion letter from Bilali explained his exciting news. He and his mother decided to use a gift to build a room.
“We decided with our family to use the gift to build a room for me because I was sleeping with my younger siblings in one room. We bought building materials to build my room.”
At the age 18, Bilali will have room to think, room to grow. Room to become the man God created him to be. Room to mourn the loss of his father and to contemplate being the man of the house.
Room to plan expansion projects for his chickens. Room to study his courses at the technical college.
Now glory be to God, who by his mighty power at work within us is able to do far more than we would ever dare to ask or even dream of—infinitely beyond our highest prayers, desires, thoughts, or hopes. Ephesians 3:20 (TLB)
Room to be and room to dream.