At lunchtime today, everything that could be spilled was spilled. Icees. My iced coffee. (Yes, I find myself suddenly becoming overly reliant on sugary liquid fuels.). Milk. "Emer-gen-cy. Emer-gen-cy," D. walks around reciting like a robot. The rest are going nuts all around me for different reasons. "Please, please, D., stop," I plead. I command. Ah, but it's his robot-call for help that actually gets someone from the outside world to pop her head in and ask if she can call for a maintenance man for us. "Oh, yes, please!" say I, weary of sending Kindergarteners on treks to the bathroom for more and more paper towels, having exhausted our classroom supply.
It was rough today. I just feel spent.
But here's a blessing: they're reading! When I think back to many of them not knowing their alphabet,
and now see all but two reading simple sentences and books well,
and one of those is on his way. The other needs some extra love and care and time.
...
I think: this is a neat thing. They are reading. I hope they love it. If not yet, then someday.
This week, we're talking about the sheep and the goats; "I was hungry and you gave me something to eat; I was thirsty, and you gave me something to drink. I was a stranger, and you invited me in..." how to wait for Jesus well. How to thank Him with our lives.
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