It's been awhile since I have written a story about one of my children at work. It has just been really busy for me while switching position and getting use to everything that is new for me. Children have been going in and out non-stop too lately so I've been staying pretty busy but this week especially today I had a God-moment that I want to write about. It happened to one of my 5 year old girls while I was on the education wing looking at things for every kid.
Let me tell you what is going on with this girl in the shortest way possible. She just turned 5 years old not to long ago but was put on the preschool wing because there was no room on the girls' wing for her. Recently, we had to move her over just for nights on the girls' wing so we could take another child in for all day. She comes back to play with the preschoolers while the big girls are at school during the day. We are starting to call it her school to help her with the transition. She does not like coming back over because she wants to be with the big girls because that is where she thinks she belongs but she can't stay on the wing with her things by herself of course.
While I was on the educational wing, looking at what they had I could use for the preschool wing, God put this idea in my head that maybe I can get her a backpack of her own and she can act like she is carrying it back and forth to school like the big girls. I put her name on it and she is the only "preschooler" that has one. I also got her a pad of paper to keep in it and a "Frozen" folder to put her art work in when she gets done with it to carry it around.
It was the most, cutest thing when I gave it to her. She was so excited and there was a big smile on her face. She looked and looked through it. She wanted to know what was in it at first. I told her what she could do with the things in it. She would not put it down for the life of her after she got it. She would hang it on the doorknob of the office. It was the cutest thing ever! Most of all, though, the cutest thing was her big smile and a "thank you" I got when I gave the backpack to her. Now she can be a stubborn one that wants things done her way and only her way or she throws a fit. She will cry if no one is paying attention to her so this was a big thing for her. No one even prompt her to say "thank you". She just did it on her own.
I hope she will be able to use it as a real backpack and school supplies. She was just really happy and hyper after I gave it to her. She also showed it off to her other friends because she was so proud of it. It just gave me that warm, way to go feeling inside. It was an idea that God put in my mind just at a moment's notice. Even working at my job for almost 2 years now, I still don't get how God puts those random ideas for the children in my mind but I'm glad He does. It seems to be for the hardest children too, which has always been strange to me. It just goes to show you what God's Love is really like to the children and to us. It is a prefect, small example.
"Today is a blank page. Yes, there are some things that need to be written in, and you could surrender your pen to them, letting events, exceptions, tests, and the judgements of others write this chapter. Or, you could take some time with God, that author and completer of your Faith and start writing today as the adventure He shows you it can be."-Rob Coscia "My heart is overflowing with a good theme as I recite my composition for the King. My tongue is the pen of a ready writer."- Psalm 45:1
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