It rained today inside and out.
I heard a little whining.
There was also complaining
And yawning and frowns.
Nobody liked their assignments.
It was the kind of day
Pencils fell into hard to reach places.
Tests multiplied on my desks
Waiting to be checked.
I lost papers in the clutter
And found them again.
The kids all got hurt.
"Someone stepped on my fingers, Mrs. Hartman!"
This said with a wail.
I asked, "did they try to step on your fingers?"
The answer was, "No."
I asked, "did you forgive them?"
A blank look was given for an answer.
I leave my work day feeling bruised and beaten
"Someone stepped on my heart," I cry to God.
He asks, "Did they try to step on your heart?"
I answer, "No." My stare is not blank as I realize
They are not trying to be hurtful.
Anxiety and restlessness are nagging them
The same way they are me.
What they need is grace and love and forgiveness
And tomorrow. Tomorrow I will love them better.
I can't without this correction from my Teacher.
But my Teacher is faithful. He continues to love
Me even after I bruise Him with my complaints.
He uses the frailty of children to show me my lesson.