Wyatt: The boy who thinks the world just needs a snack!

It was in a random parking lot… My four-year-old spotted a man holding a sign. And while the rest of the world kept moving, my tiny human watched from his car seat. He studied him. He felt him. He cared. And then his curious, little boy voice echoed over the radio…

“Mama… what’s that man’s sign say?”

“It says, Homeless. Hungry. Anything helps.”

“Mama, he don’t have no home?”

“No bub he doesn’t.”

“Well that man needs some money!”

I tried to give the grown-up answer.
“Bub, I don’t have any cash.”

Without hesitation, without even blinking he says,
“But mama… you have your credit card.”

Trying to explain to a 4yr old that I can’t just hand out my credit card to everyone we see, was like trying to nail Jello to a wall. And in that moment I realized: my son doesn’t see problems. He sees the people. And in his world, if someone is hurting, the answer isn’t to avoid them — it’s to help them. So as we rode through the drive-thru for a quick dinner, we bought that homeless man a meal, and I held my boy’s hand as he walked it over to him under the parking lot lights.

Just a couple of years later, he started sneaking extra snacks into his lunchbox for a friend who “doesn’t get a lot to eat at home.” No parade. No announcement. And no warning to my wallet. Just a quiet decision that someone else deserved a full stomach before bed too.

And so, Wyatt’s blessing bags were born.
Simple gallon-sized Ziplock bags filled with hygiene essentials, water, and SNACKS… plenty of snacks — because in Wyatt’s world, food is love and love solves a lot of things. And apparently, we can fix most of the world’s problems if we just feed folks.

His bags live in the trunk of my car, ready for the next time his heart notices one of God’s children the world tries to ignore.

But Wyatt doesn’t only rescue people…

He rescues things.

My mom, his G-ma, has a gift. She can take something most people would call trash — an old lamp, a broken chair, wooden table legs left beside a dumpster — and turn it into something beautiful. Something useful. Something worthy again.

And now, every time we pass a pile of “junk,” Wyatt lights up.

“MAMA!! Look!! G-ma can do something AWESOME with that!!”

So he drags home forgotten pieces of furniture, rusty lamps, random wooden scraps — not as trash… but as potential. Something his G-ma can surely give new life to.

He is being raised by a village of women who don’t throw things away easily.

Not objects.
Not stories.
Not people.

Which is probably why our Rescued Bibles Project came so natural to him. Together, we collect abandoned, damaged, forgotten Bibles and give them away to people who may not have access to them. To give new life and new purpose. A second chance. To some they are worn-out books. To him, they are truth that still deserves to be held, read, and loved. Much like Jesus gave us a second life. Did we look like worn out books to Him?

In a world obsessed with new, shiny, and upgraded…
My son is learning the power of restored.

He is still just a boy.
A loud, snack-loving, sports-playing, sarcastic, hilarious boy.

But he is also a boy who already understands what many adults never learn in their lifetime:

That something (or someone) doesn’t have to be perfect to be powerful.

My hope for Wyatt’s echoes isn’t that they are loud (though I think we have that part covered.
It’s that they are lasting.

That the hands packing blessing bags today
will one day build things, heal things, and restore things.

And that the boy who once believed food could fix the world - will grow into a man who proves that kindness can.

One Ziplock bag.
One forgotten Bible.
One rusty lamp.
One human at a time.

And if anyone ever asks where Be the Echo truly began…

I’ll tell them it started in a parking lot, with a four-year-old,

And a heart big enough to rescue the world with dinner.