Third Grade Perspective
I've been in a blogging mood lately. I think it's because I've been so contemplative, my mind has been going non-stop. I'm not even really sure what I've been thinking about today.
This week has actually been great. I've felt more alive than I have felt in a very long time. I feel like myself again. Maybe it's the sunshine... Maybe it's the end of the school year encroaching, or even just my spring break coming in about two weeks.
I look around me and I feel my heart is full. It fills me with joy. There are times when I go to school and I look at my third graders and I see how much they've grown. I see how much they just wanted to be appreciated and loved. And I love them. Last week and the week before, it was difficult to love them. They didn't want to listen to a single thing I said, even though I was trying desperately to get through to them. They don't want to listen to my guidelines, even though I'm doing what's best for them. They often don't realize how much I care. Then, in a moment where they've had a melt down or someone hurt their feelings on the play ground, they look to me. They hang onto my every word because they need that love. There are times when they tell me that I'm their favorite teacher and they love me. Other times they say "It's unfair" or "Never speak to me again". But they always come back around. One wonderful things about third graders is that their anger lasts little more than a day.
Although my love is far from the perfect love of my Savior, I had a thought about these things today. How often am I this child with God?
not listening, though he's trying desperately to get through to me.
not following God's plans for me even though they're for my own good.
Then I get hurt on the playground. I come crying. He stops everything else for me. I tell him I love him...
then the next day... I'm angry. I think life is unfair... I don't see it.
I want to simply trust in His presence, I want to faithfully and unconditionally trust He is teaching and doing what is best for me.
My own plans... they don't always work out the way I wanted, but instead of throwing a 3rd grade fit, I'll accept it.
This week has actually been great. I've felt more alive than I have felt in a very long time. I feel like myself again. Maybe it's the sunshine... Maybe it's the end of the school year encroaching, or even just my spring break coming in about two weeks.
I look around me and I feel my heart is full. It fills me with joy. There are times when I go to school and I look at my third graders and I see how much they've grown. I see how much they just wanted to be appreciated and loved. And I love them. Last week and the week before, it was difficult to love them. They didn't want to listen to a single thing I said, even though I was trying desperately to get through to them. They don't want to listen to my guidelines, even though I'm doing what's best for them. They often don't realize how much I care. Then, in a moment where they've had a melt down or someone hurt their feelings on the play ground, they look to me. They hang onto my every word because they need that love. There are times when they tell me that I'm their favorite teacher and they love me. Other times they say "It's unfair" or "Never speak to me again". But they always come back around. One wonderful things about third graders is that their anger lasts little more than a day.
Although my love is far from the perfect love of my Savior, I had a thought about these things today. How often am I this child with God?
not listening, though he's trying desperately to get through to me.
not following God's plans for me even though they're for my own good.
Then I get hurt on the playground. I come crying. He stops everything else for me. I tell him I love him...
then the next day... I'm angry. I think life is unfair... I don't see it.
I want to simply trust in His presence, I want to faithfully and unconditionally trust He is teaching and doing what is best for me.
My own plans... they don't always work out the way I wanted, but instead of throwing a 3rd grade fit, I'll accept it.
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