Every since I was a little girl, I have always had a strong desire and compassion to love children. I can remember being in the grocery store and just watching the interactions exchanged between parents and their children.
I remember flinching when hearing parents yelling, screaming or mis handling their children. At an early age it bothered me and as an adult it sickens me.
Every day, I work with "the least of these" and I truly enjoy my work.
I care for children who are waiting in hopes of being adopted into a home of love, a place of peace and someone they can call "mom" or "dad".
I develop relationships with children who are a product of their unstable environment.
I play with children who have never trusted an adult in their life because an adult has always mis-used them for their own pleasure.
I earn trust by having an open ear and a listening heart, which is so foreign to them.
I teach brilliant children who have always been labeled by a system, which loves it's fancy words.
I pour my soul and life into protecting, preserving and creating a successful environment in which children can thrive into extraordinary human beings in which God has called them too.
After six months of opening my soul, reeling my mind and sleepless nights, a child hurt me. All of this time, I been the one trying to protect them, love them, earn their trust and then a student physically hurts me. My world has been flipped. How can this be? How can the child display no remorse? No apology?
My soul is sicken by what has happened and I turn to God... and ask... WHY?
and the answer.... I await....
While I have been waiting, I am beginning to see my predicament, is exactly how we treat God.
He sent his son, one and only to die on the cross, to pay for our garbage and on a daily basis we refuse him, hurt him, turn our back, go the other way...
Why do we do it? Why do we not have remorse for our sinful actions? Why is he so loving? Why does he forgive? Why are his loving arms so open for us, despite our sinful actions?
I am reminded, to forgive, love my student more, and have my arms open even wider then before, I know it will be hard, but the Lord is my strength!
"Train up a child in the way he should go; even when he is old he will not depart from it." Proverbs 22:15