A Life Lesson

As a Sunday School teacher , I like to feel I am making an impact on these young lives . I will spend so much time going over a lesson in my head , because I want to make it perfect . I want to be able to reach them with the message . In my mind , I want them to sit up straight and take it all in , their little faces rapt with excitement .

Unfortunately , it doesn't always work out that way . There are times , when the lesson is a miss instead of a hit and I fall flat on my face . A time when their attention span is gone and all they want to do is play . Sundays like that are not easy on my ego .

Same thing happened this past Sunday . I was up majority of the night before in preparation . One of my teachers didn't show up and others were late . I left my papers at home and suddenly panic set in and I froze . The lesson was okay , not my best , but I wish I did better . Deep inside , I was very disappointed in myself . Feeling defeated , I dispersed the children into their separate classes .

Taking over the class with the no show teacher , I sat down with the 3rd-5th graders . There were 6 students , but the conversation that flowed round that table was everything I ever hoped for as a teacher . Time flew as we sat and held a discussion .

I learned a valuable lesson . They were listening , even if it seemed the opposite . Two , it's not about the quantity but the quality . Three , I'm not Charles Stanley or Joyce Meyers . They are wonderful , perfected preachers , but I am me .I may not get it right every time , but I love Jesus and I love what I do . Sometimes , the simple way is the best way .
Have a Blessed Day everyone .