She stepped onto the cold concrete heading for the door with blue ribbons tied in her pigtails. It was all she could do not to drag her overflowing backpack. With a bittersweet smile she found her classroom and organized her school supplies. New stuff, new shoes, new friends and a new school. She was beginning to not like that word, new. The clock drug on through the day, the new girl couldn’t wait to get home but first there was Math. She knew she didn’t like that word either. The teacher explained something called division and then asked if anyone didn’t understand and would like a repeat of the lesson.
Being the rookie, the girl didn’t want to raise her hand, what if everyone else understood it but her. Behind her, a little curly headed brunet raised her hand. Oh good, I can just turn around and watch her, she thought. Have you ever tried to read something upside down?? Not easy right? Well this was the problem, the little girl still didn’t understand so this time she raised her hand. The teacher thought it ridiculous that she asked for help considering she had turned around and seen it all again. No, they must move on, there wasn’t enough time. She shrunk in her chair and for years to come, she struggled with division.
I have been asking God for some inspiration to write recently and He reminded me of this story. I think because for a long time I felt like to spend time with Him I had to have a good prayer ready and I couldn’t possibly come to God with too many issues in my life. I needed to have it all kind-of together before I could spend time with Him. I mean, He has reviewed the lesson so many times, erased my wrongs, helping me make them right, teaching me over and over again and this time I thought I just can’t raise my hand again.
Have you ever felt this way?
With all the confidence one can have I must relay something to you, He isn’t like my grade school teacher. It doesn’t bother Him to share the lesson one more time. It’s not an inconvenience or a waste of time. My heart is so full of emotion writing this, so overwhelmed with gratitude for the one teacher in my life that had no favorites. His daily planner is wide open, in fact He doesn’t need one because He isn’t on a time schedule and there is nothing that stands in the way of spending time with us. His priority is His children. He is the teacher who cares, who loves, and who certainly likes the new kids.
Show me your ways oh Lord,
Teach me your paths. Lead me in your truth and teach me,
For you are the God of my salvation;
on you I wait all the day. Psalm 25:4-5
Just one more thing: I have no hard feelings toward the teacher and am thankful for her discipline that helped me push through and come out stronger.