Love not the work of your hands, but His Hands. Your work is out of love but also pride. His Hands were pierced to save us. This is the mark of his great love for us
GOD, you made me see today through j.
J is really the bestest friend I ever had.
She is always giving. She is ever generous to me, always buying me little gifts. She always encourages me, and believes in my strengths. She always comforts me. I love my best friend.
And yet, God, you are even more of a friend than a best friend is to me. You love me even more, and you are ever generous to me, you give me so much I do not ever want. You always have a listening ear for my every complain, and you always give me time. You are there when the hour is dark, you are there during my long walks and you walk alongside me in good times and especially difficult times.
J loves me, but you love me even more. It is so hard to say how much more that is. How much more to die on the cross for me.
I have a student in my class who is really haughty, who exclaims that he doesn’t know his teachers’ names, don’t bring stationery to school because he doesn’t want to, and participate in many sports because he could and did not want to focus on any.
I need to be a teacher to him.
Now that I have a shred of his respect (he knows my name), I am going to try to grow this connection, and tell him something useful:
That he needs to focus his attention in order to get better at anything.
That include sports, and studies.
And being indignant and proud is not going to get him anywhere.
I need to tell him that in the most gentle of ways, so that his pride doesn’t get broken but yet his ego gets the message.
God help me help him. I am your conduit, your messenger.