Life at our ministry the last couple of weeks has been good. It has looked like working at a local school and some manual labor.
Preschoolers are great! I’ve been working in the 2nd level of the preschool, which is probably the equivalent of preschool in the states. I have 18 little ones running around my classroom acting CRAZY but wow, I love them. They constantly make me laugh and sometimes frustrate me but always make me laugh in the process.
The lord is teaching me a lot through them.
One) I definitely want to be a teacher — despite the amount of snot and boogers I have come in contact with (my immune system unfortunately didn’t fight the cold).
Two) We spend too much time perfecting and worrying about things. I know
I have. Time spent in preparation is good. Preparation is important. But striving to make things perfect and stressing yourself out in the process is bad.
On Friday we had VBS at the school and we made everything in about two or three hours. The decorations weren’t perfect, they were minimal, the crafts weren’t a lot but they were something, the preschool superhero masks were quickly cut from styrofoam plates and weren’t perfectly shaped or symmetrical. But the kids didn’t care.
The heart of what we did resonated with them. It hit me when my class got their superhero masks, colored them, put them on and ran around the classroom with huge smiles on their face. They didn’t care if the circles were matching or if they were a little too big on one side. They didn’t care that the strings kept breaking the styrofoam. They had a super hero mask. And that was good enough for them.
It makes me thing about how much time I spend on making the perfect (insert whatever) instead of sitting in the heart behind what I’m doing. Life isn’t supposed to be over complicated. God doesn’t want us to be stressed over making things perfect. Sometimes life is just as simple as having a super hero mask
Three) Kids are humans. Tiny but human. They deserve love and attention, and lots and lots of patience. They deserve to be seen when they are behaving and having a good day, but even more so when they are having a bad behavior day. They deserve for you to ask hard questions to get to the root of their bad day. They deserve to be heard (despite the language barrier sometimes, I make sure to ask them to repeat what they said so they know they are fully hear even if they aren’t understood). They deserve your smiles and your laughs. They are created in the image of God and they deserve to know the Creator. These tiny humans deserve all of this, and so does any other human, equally. Despite age, race, location, income, education, background, and etc., you deserve to be loved well and you deserve someone to take the time to show you your worth.
