To most, children are seen as beings that are so innocent, pure and untouched from the evils of this world…I on the other hand have very differencing opinions when it comes to them…..I have never really been the one to be all that found of most children, I feel as though they cry uncontrollably, they never share, and they can be just plain mean to their peers. Oh how surprised I was whenever I was asked to teach English to two and three year old Cambodian children this month…For the most part I found that I really did enjoy it. At times it was so filling to hear their cute little voices while they recited their ABC’s and 123’s. I also found that I actually worked really well with these little ones with my abnormally high pitched Cali-girl esque voice being perfect to “baby talk” through all the lessons. However, other times I was beyond close to ripping my hair out as I attempted to try to control these toddlers as they constantly fought over toys time and time again. It was in these moments whenever The Creator spoke to me the most. He reminded me ever so cleverly that I too was just like these selfish little tots as they played in the classroom. There were so many times whenever he has told me not to do something and I would deliberately do exactly what he told me not to do and cry uncontrollably because I don’t like the consequences. Other times I become angry and jealous by what others have and yank their “toys “right from their hands and cry again whenever God returns the “toys” back to it’s rightful owner. It seems as though things haven’t really changed since I was just a little one…and the thing that has remained the same throughout it all has been how God seems to still pick me up in his loving arms and help me pick up the mess I made. He comforts me as I cry, time and time again even though I am the one who has chosen my own selfish ways.vResting in this thought brings me peace and also allows me to grant a hell of a lot more grace to these little ones then I ever thought possible. Now each day as I step into the classroom I am reminded even more so of the fathers love for us.
Peace and Blessings,
K.L.M.
