So then it was time to pray and we all held hands. On one side of me was 3-year-old Wright. Unsure if he would want to take my hand, I held it out and he looked me and decided it was ok to hold onto my hand. Throughout the prayer, his little hand kept slipping and he would inch his little fingers back into the palm of my hand and hold on as tightly as he could. It was so sweet.
I wonder if God wanted to teach me about the kind of faith I should have. I need to know with all my heart that Jesus loves me. And when I start slipping away from the Lord, I need to inch my fingers back into the palm of His hand and hold on as tightly as I can.
While there are days where I am copying and stapling in the office and I have to remember that one day my degree will be put to better use, there are other days where I get to be in the classroom surrounded by these precious kids and be blessed by them for three hours....and even beyond as I sit here and share my experience=)
In His MErcy.
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In his hands...
Sarah, wow! If this isn't putting your degree to its fullest use, I don't know what is! This is a great description of so many things! Simply the need to put our hands back into the Fathers, but it also speaks volumes of listening to God in the most simple of daily interactions!! Can you imagine what the Church would be like if we all, like you, wondered what God was telling us when a little child reached out to take a better grasp of our hands?
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