Tuesday, February 26, 2013

Trust vs. Complaint

Another entry in the apparent series about our Teacher God:

There is a 5-year-old at my school who whines every time I come get him.  He whines, crosses his arms, sheds (fake) tears, and all-around shoots off the bad attitude vibes.  He whines about how he doesn't want to come with me, how he wants to stay in his classroom, how he wants to do absolutely anything besides whatever it is I have planned for him.  (The entertaining part is that his speech is pretty bad... so most of the communication that I understand during these fits is done through extensive body language and the occasionally-intelligible "wanna play"...)  The frustrating part is that he never even gives my activity a chance before he complains, and my activities are typically not that boring. :)  He refuses even to acknowledge the possibility that my plan is better for him AND more fun than whatever he was doing in the classroom.  (And maybe my plan isn't always more fun, but it is usually better for him, and that alone would ideally be motivation to participate willingly...)  He assumes that his idea is/would have been sooooo much better, and he is so whiny about it that he misses the opportunity to fully enjoy the fun and helpful activity provided.  He sits and complains for half of our time before we begin.  Then, when we do the activity, he ends up enjoying it.  It is unfortunate that he spends so long whining about what he does not want to do instead of trusting his teacher in the first place.  How much more pleasant would those 10 minutes have been for both of them!

These entries are not to meant to be me venting or complaining about whiny students...the opposite is true.  I have become increasingly thankful for these behaviors in my students, because they have taught me so much about how I must appear to my Teacher God daily.  He always has a plan for me, a plan that is so much better than anything I could think up, and yet my tendency is to drag my feet, complain, and waste time, instead of trusting him and thanking him for the countless wonderful things he gives me every day. Despite the negative things I put on here, my students really are great. :)  God has been teaching me so much through them, and the lessons God gives me make it that much easier to be patient with the kiddos.  It is so easy to relate sometimes!

Psalm 9:10-- And they that know thy name will put their trust in thee: for thou, LORD, hast not forsaken them that seek thee. 

Sunday, February 24, 2013


(Primarily written to myself...)  
Are you afraid to open up and show who you are inside?  Do you have things buried inside of you that you are afraid other people won't accept?  If you are a believer, the fact is that the most important thing dwelling inside of you is the holy GOD of the universe.  If you truly believe that, you should be excited to be transparent so that the world can see GOD through you.  You probably have some garbage in your life...who doesn't, really?  You probably have a personal story (at least one) of darkness and brokenness, but more importantly, inside of each believer is a miraculous story of God's love and redemption.  How can we not be excited to share our stories with others so that they may be encouraged and/or seek the same redemption for themselves?

Let's be excited to show Jesus to the world, even when that means showing something of ourselves that we're not sure we want the world to see...  
This is something I continuously need to work on. :)

Wednesday, February 20, 2013

"What about me?"

At my school, there is one 3-year-old in particular that inspires my musings about parallels between our Teacher God and earthly teachers.   After I spend the morning with this student, I often leave scratched, bitten, pinched, or mildly beaten.  He refuses to listen to his teachers, and hardly hesitates to hurt us.  Sometimes if I show him a particularly deep scratch he has given me, I think I see a glimmer of remorse, but it is usually short-lived.  I might get a quick "sorry" out of him if be is prompted...not too convincing.  Soon he is back to his old ways, whining and screaming, "what about me??... I don't want to!!"  We remind him that it is not about him, and it ultimately does not matter what he wants.  He has to do what he has to do.  We all have to.

The moral of the day?  I may end this morning with a small, bleeding scratch on my hand from my student's transgression, but my transgressions caused my loving Teacher to be tortured and die on a cross.  Can I ever, in good conscience ask the question, "What about me?"