Yesterday I taught Primary Sunday School for one of the
ladies here as a bunch of her family was around and she wanted to go to Sunday school
with them to the ladies’ class…I have taught the class before. They are a busy
bunch. About 7 boys and 2 girls on a regular Sunday. Yesterday we had a
visitor. There were not enough book to go around…. I had not studied
sufficiently. I felt a little bit like I was flying from the seat of my pants….so
to speak. The Older boys have done the book before…we don’t have a junior class
and there are 4 or 5 boys who are too old for primary but too young for the
intermediate book that the next class is doing now…The big boys were bored…the
little boys were imitating the big brothers/ cousins….the girls…one of them
should be in Jr also…and the other little girl is in first grade and a loveable
little ball of energy the I sometimes have a hard time knowing how to curb….:-)
And the visitor….She is a little round face talkative little
creature…I’ve met her before once…she talked my ears off. She knew who my
siblings were without me telling her. She figured out that we were somewhat
related thru her mom. She even told me that they were going to come 2 weeks
after I talk to her. Yesterday in Sunday school she wore a scared sad little
face the whole way thru class. I was spending so much energy trying to keep the
big boys from being too bored I almost let the quiet girls slip thru my
fingers!
After church I talked to her older sister whom I’ve known
for a long time and enjoy visiting with and then as I walk out to the truck a
round faced little girl suddenly appeared at my side….she talked all the way to
the truck. She’s a sweet little thing. I asked her why she didn’t say much in Sunday
school class. She said, “Sometimes when I go to new churches I get scared.” J
I know your pain little girl. I used to go to a lot of new churches and I was
SCARED too…
Sitting in church last night singing at our round robin song
service, I suddenly thought of that sweet little girl and it brought infrequent
tears to my eyes. I wonder if her sad look on her face has anything to do with
the fact that she lost her daddy several years ago in a car accident? She was
only 3 or 4 at the time and newly adopted as a member of their family. She was
riding with her parents north from home to another church. I wonder if
unknowingly the little girl wears sadness as a result of that unconsciously? For
when I begin to talk to her she brightens up and is happy. I wonder when I will
see her again? I would like to give her a big hug and tell her she’s beautiful
and loveable. She’s only 7 but she brightened my day yesterday, it is a pleasure to be able to call her a friend.
You never know what blessings will come from teaching a busy primary Sunday school class will bring….I wonder what next Sunday holds as I am teaching again for the normal teacher is going to Wisconsin to spend some time with her parents.
This was a year ago this week....yesterday it was sunny and in the 70's...
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