There is not a feeling in the world that is better then grace that you can actually feel like it has been given to you. I had that happen to me at my job and it felt good after years of being blamed for things I couldn't help doing. I thought it was kind of funny that it also happened the week before Easter. I felt like God did that for a reason because everything was in His Timing up to this time. The Grace was shown to me through one of my children. Here is how the grace was given to me.
The day started out great! I was talking to my children and they were somewhat behaving. I was talking to a certain one that didn't talk a lot. I finally found something he was interested in so we talked about that and that lead to finding out more about him so that was good. I found out that he is really into fossils and rocks of any kind. We almost had a prefect day and then BAM! Something happened that turned the whole day and week around.
We went outside for a second time on this day and after we got outside the next thing I know the janitor is trying to get my attention. One of my little boys threw a rock at a door and broke a window. This was a shock to me! Why? Because it was a first of many that had happened to me. Being a preschool teacher, I never had a child break a window. Well, there is a first for everything. I didn't know what to do and I just wanted to cry. I walkie my supervisor for her to come out and see the damage. She did. We talked about what to do and what really happened. Mind you, this is a boy we have told over the days to stop throwing rocks at the building.
I tried not to cry but it was a big shock to me so my supervisor took my kids for a bit and I went to the office. As I was sitting in there, my mind went back to my other jobs and my other co workers were coming in and out and telling me it was okay and it happens and that they are children. They have no idea what that meant to me after my past jobs. It was during their encouragement that I felt the grace being given to me. They knew my work ethic and they know kids. They didn't blame me at all. They would have even let me go home if I needed to and be okay with that but of course I didn't.
It seemed so easy to give grace like that but how about when we get God's Grace. We get it but do we really deserve it? No, we mess up so many times but yet it takes someone special and loving to give us that kind of Grace. Notice I am writing this on Good Friday and before Easter too. Do you think God did that for a reason? When my co workers encouraged me like that, it made me feel stronger and like it was really okay and not my fault. They trusted me enough to know I wouldn't just let that happen.
It is like God with His Grace. That broken window was like us. We are broken and need to be fixed. We can only be that way with God's Grace on us. People might blame us for things but God doesn't blame us for anything. I might write a poem about broken glass because it is a good metaphor for Grace so look for that in the next week, maybe even on Easter.
The day started out great! I was talking to my children and they were somewhat behaving. I was talking to a certain one that didn't talk a lot. I finally found something he was interested in so we talked about that and that lead to finding out more about him so that was good. I found out that he is really into fossils and rocks of any kind. We almost had a prefect day and then BAM! Something happened that turned the whole day and week around.
We went outside for a second time on this day and after we got outside the next thing I know the janitor is trying to get my attention. One of my little boys threw a rock at a door and broke a window. This was a shock to me! Why? Because it was a first of many that had happened to me. Being a preschool teacher, I never had a child break a window. Well, there is a first for everything. I didn't know what to do and I just wanted to cry. I walkie my supervisor for her to come out and see the damage. She did. We talked about what to do and what really happened. Mind you, this is a boy we have told over the days to stop throwing rocks at the building.
I tried not to cry but it was a big shock to me so my supervisor took my kids for a bit and I went to the office. As I was sitting in there, my mind went back to my other jobs and my other co workers were coming in and out and telling me it was okay and it happens and that they are children. They have no idea what that meant to me after my past jobs. It was during their encouragement that I felt the grace being given to me. They knew my work ethic and they know kids. They didn't blame me at all. They would have even let me go home if I needed to and be okay with that but of course I didn't.
It seemed so easy to give grace like that but how about when we get God's Grace. We get it but do we really deserve it? No, we mess up so many times but yet it takes someone special and loving to give us that kind of Grace. Notice I am writing this on Good Friday and before Easter too. Do you think God did that for a reason? When my co workers encouraged me like that, it made me feel stronger and like it was really okay and not my fault. They trusted me enough to know I wouldn't just let that happen.
It is like God with His Grace. That broken window was like us. We are broken and need to be fixed. We can only be that way with God's Grace on us. People might blame us for things but God doesn't blame us for anything. I might write a poem about broken glass because it is a good metaphor for Grace so look for that in the next week, maybe even on Easter.
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