Jan.13, 2012

Dying to one's self, so hard to do. I have found myself doing that quite a bit this week. School's back in session after the Christmas break. I have found myself to be quite busy during those hours. However, Pie is having such a hard time in 1st grade, adjusting and such, she has begged me to come see her at lunch each day. And for her, there is no place I'd rather be. So I find myself pushing her on the swings at lunch, which inevitable leads to, "Will you push me? and me? and me," from various kiddos on the playground.

Then there's one day a week I volunteer at Bub's school, the middle school. I simply provide adult supervision in the game room, an indoor classroom where students can hang out, play games, chat, etc. when they don't want to be out on the quad area. Several kids come. Mainly the misfits, the socially awkward. I never see Bub there. (Although he always mentions the fact that I'm there .... he kind of likes that). They are sweet kids. Some just want someone to talk to, others want to play games with you. So I listen, play "Clue," and "Life, " and the like. Sometimes I find myself busy and think to myself that I don't have time ..... how selfish of me. While I may be there to provide supervision, I leave blessed. These kids are amazing .... each and every one, in their own way.

We are all uniquely different ... and that is something that should be embraced, not judged. I fail at this time and time again. An unkind word, a miscommunication, a difference of opinion, I am an emotional person. I can take things personally, my feelings get hurt and dwell. It's a continual struggle .... a continual prayer.

"Now the end of the commandment is charity out of a pure heart, and of a good conscience, and of faith unfeigned." 1 Tim. 1:5

The verse we studied this week. How appropriate ....

Had a quiet family morning, which was much needed. Between school, work, sports, etc. the days are full. The boys spent a good couple of hours playing guitar, while girls played with dolls and did some art work. The time was simple, but sweet.

And a new week is about to begin ....