Life can feel so busy at times, even as a stay at home mom it can be difficult to have the quality time one on one with God that you need. Between the dishes, the laundry, the child's needs and my own needs. During worship service at church I can feel his presence pretty heavily and it is an extremely emotional moment for me. I feel like I have no control over my emotions or my tears and they come down like waterfalls.
Back in the September/October time frame of last year, I started teaching Sunday school. It kept getting put in front of me so I took that as God communicating to me that he wanted me there. I hesitated because I wasn't really sure if I wanted to leave the services since I love listening to our pastor and having the fellowship. Well of course when God wants you to do something he takes away all the "problems" that are stopping you: the sermons got put on the internet so I could listen to them and more fellowship opportunities kept presenting themselves to me... now to the point that I'm probably overly involved. So I called the Sunday School organizer and told them I would be interested in helping out. My options were kindergarten or second grade. I chose second grade as my nephew was a kindergartner, I figured that would be the better option.
I was really nervous going in since I didn't have a lot of experience with children that are seven/eight years old. Then as I was waiting to get started and as I realized that most of my class was boys... that's where I really got nervous since I had zero experience with boys at all. So I prayed for God to calm my nerves and to take over. Then I watched something that was so simple but it was still quite amazing to me. I watched as another sunday school teacher had to talk one of the children into wanting to stay and that moment really pulled at my heart. Imagine the trust that little child had in this stranger, but in order for that child to have that kind of trust the woman would have had to express love in her face tot the child. I remember thinking, one day I'm going to have to do that. Now as one that wasn't too experienced with children that aren't teenagers nor infants, I was a little intimidated at that thought.
Last Sunday, another teacher came up to my side asked me what grade I taught and I told her I was the second grade teacher. She told me that we have a second grader over hear can you help us out. So I went up to the little girl and as I noticed the tears streaming down her face I felt it instantly. God knew that I was nervous about this situation and I felt him completely take over. I asked her what her name was and she told me. I told her that was a very beautiful name. I told her my name. Then I stretched out my hand and asked her if she would like to come sing some songs with us. She nodded and took my hand. As I stood to lead her into the worship area, it was all I could to keep myself together. The tears had welled up into my eyes and were begging to come down.
The rest of the time during sunday school, I felt like a completely different person. Normally, I try to keep as much structure as I can and don't let them get away with to much. Instead, this time, I didn't find myself feeling insecure about how they were acting, if they were understanding the lesson completely. I just fell in tune with them enjoying every ounce of their craving for the knowledge of Christ that was being given to them through me. I watched as a couple of them flipped through their bibles eager to be the first one to the passage. All I could do was watch them and enjoy the innocence they were shining.
Thank you Lord for pushing me into this position I really do enjoy every minute of being in that room with those children.
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