Wow. So it’s been a while. This semester has been insanely busy! Student teaching has kept me going 24/7 it seems…but I LOVE IT! At this point in time, I know God’s calling for me is to be a public school teacher. What an honor it is to spend 7 hours every day with 7 year olds! I love love LOVE my first graders!
This past week I had prayed every day that God would show how He was at work in and around me. When we pray, we best expect Him to answer! I have seen God in so many ways in the classroom this week! Thursday, however, God just blew me away. The kids had come in and I was grading their homework from the previous night. They were working on their morning work, which was writing sentences using about 4 or 5 different words. One of the words was ‘son.’ As I am grading papers, this is the conversation I hear…”Yes, Jesus is God’s son!” Many of them did write that down on their papers! Wow. Thank you, GOD for revealing yourself in that moment to so many.
That afternoon, though, a little boy in my class reminded me of something I just tend to forget about…
It was the very end of the day, and we were packing up our backpacks and lining up at the door. I was sitting at the computer for a moment when a little boy came to me and said, “Miss Stephanie, I’m glad that I don’t have nails in my hands or a crown of thorns on me head. That would really hurt!” I said back to him, “But doesn’t that make you even more glad that Jesus died for us?” He replied, “Yes, Miss Stephanie. I am just glad it wasn’t me because that would really hurt.”
Oh the minds of 7 years olds. Little did that boy know…he reminded me that it should have been me. Jesus did not deserve those nails in his feet and hands…to have a crown of thorns on His head…to hang on a cross. But He willingly laid HIS life down (John 10). To glorify the Father, HE died. But praise God, the story does not end there. Tomorrow we will celebrate the empty tomb…HIS rising from the grave!
Hallelujah!