I assist at a school that is somewhat international with quite a few nationalities represented. There are many children from Japan, different parts of Europe, South Africa and all over Asia. There is one little boy from Israel who is around 3. I haven’t seen much reaction from him as far as speech is concerned and he can sometimes drift into what seems to be him coping with feeling very uncomfortable; and goes into almost a trance state. I have never seen a child exhibit this type of behavior, and it has been concerned more than a dozen times now. Today was somewhat rambunctious and outfitted with about every mood among the children. This little boy in particular was triggered into a very unsettling state and was moaning with a low murmur and drooling incessantly all over himself for well over an hour, into two. I took it upon myself to lay down my other duties at the time and see if there was anything I could do for him. He was reluctant at first, but I was able to draw him near to me and picked him up, gently rocking him and speaking to him softly. The murmurs quieted to some degree, but I could still sense his overall sadness and unadjusted temperament. I started to pray over him quietly and speak in tongues for a good 10 minute or so.. we both stared out the window and with tears in his eyes he watched the tree canopy sway in the wind. I felt like the prayers had been working and when I spoke the word Shalom over him he looked directly at me and I could see his receptivity upon hearing a word in his native language. This was followed by more prayers and he gently fell asleep. I placed him down and he instantly awoke and started crying again; among all of the clamor and high acoustical racket of this room, I would probably cry to. At this time I was asked to do another task and had to leave him.
I came back later in the afternoon to check back in with that class, for the office duties I had needed to attend to were finished. I found Ofir, that is his name btw grinning from ear to ear when I came back to read a story with the class. I was so surprised and ecstatic to seem him so pleasant. As I read the book to the kids, he came right to my lap and was talking like I have never seen him speak!! He was repeating the words I was sharing and answering questions when I asked the class about the book. Which was on Monarch Butterflies. I had never seen him be so responsive after 3 months of working at this place.
The class assistant later told me that Ofir asked if I was a mommy. Which is so interesting to me that he said this much and so blessed to hear such a sweet thing.
I looked up his name- Ofir in Hebrew means “gold”.
He certainly was a little chunk of gold.. and a little prince at that. One of God’s little Sons. These past few months have been a very trying and a restorative time. I have been tested over and over and have been purged of many impurities in this refining process as I am learning more and more about emotional healing of myself and others. I can’t help but to think how revealing this translation of his name was…