She brings joy and light to me every Wednesday. Every week it's a new holy moment with her, a new gift that I don't deserve.
Dear Reader, is there someone in your world who blesses you with each encounter? Someone the Lord seemingly dropped into your universe, unbidden, but more than welcome?
Dear Reader, is there someone in your world who blesses you with each encounter? Someone the Lord seemingly dropped into your universe, unbidden, but more than welcome?
I wasn't looking for someone else in my life when Macy's mom contacted me. She was looking for a math tutor for her elementary daughter. And the Lord was looking for people with open hearts.
Macy and I connected from our first session. Mom and Dad were super devoted and supportive. Maybe I did have room for one more child in my life. Maybe this could work.
And it did. Especially when changes at my school battered my teacher's heart, leaving my confidence bruised. But each week, Macy came ready to work and learn, seeming to be excited to spend an hour with Mrs. Alice.
What an enormous blessing! This sweet, charming child came to minister to me when loud voices rang in my head saying I was no longer needed as an educator.
Multiplication is being a challenge for Macy. We've been working on it for months and months. Being in 5th grade this year, she's expected to be fluent. Some weeks she sets her face like flint, and some weeks I do. And still progress eludes us.
Macy and I connected from our first session. Mom and Dad were super devoted and supportive. Maybe I did have room for one more child in my life. Maybe this could work.
And it did. Especially when changes at my school battered my teacher's heart, leaving my confidence bruised. But each week, Macy came ready to work and learn, seeming to be excited to spend an hour with Mrs. Alice.
What an enormous blessing! This sweet, charming child came to minister to me when loud voices rang in my head saying I was no longer needed as an educator.
Multiplication is being a challenge for Macy. We've been working on it for months and months. Being in 5th grade this year, she's expected to be fluent. Some weeks she sets her face like flint, and some weeks I do. And still progress eludes us.
Near the end of an intense session, Macy got tickled. She turned and leaned into me grinning and eyes sparkling. I couldn't help but smile back, Dear Reader. Macy continued to lean toward me until we were nose to nose, and then she burst out laughing. Honestly, I thought I was looking into the face of Jesus.
Oh, Dear Reader, have you shared an "Eskimo kiss" with a cherished child lately? There are few things sweeter!
I hope the freshness of holy moments never fades for you, Dear Reader. I pray the kisses of angels, like my friend, Macy, caress your brow on hard days, and you will know the holiness and blessing of a moment in the presence of the Living God.
Oh, Dear Reader, have you shared an "Eskimo kiss" with a cherished child lately? There are few things sweeter!
I hope the freshness of holy moments never fades for you, Dear Reader. I pray the kisses of angels, like my friend, Macy, caress your brow on hard days, and you will know the holiness and blessing of a moment in the presence of the Living God.
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