Sometimes on my walk home from school, the butterflies go fluttering by and
nearly run in to my face. The first time this happened, I was really in a
foul mood (haha). My day of teaching had gone fine, but I just really wanted
to be alone; I really wanted to be free from the children. Here, though,
that just doesn't happen. The faster and harder I try to walk, the more they
try to keep up with me. So the first time these butterflies tried to take me
out, I was really kind of mad at them. I knew I was wrong for being annoyed,
but I guess I didn't care at first. Then I got to thinking. Those
butterflies are beautiful. They weren't really trying to hurt me. They're
totally innocent creatures-even if they do like to hang out in gross places
(or piles.). I should be thinking of them as a huge blessing and not a huge
annoyance. Then a drew the great parallel. The butterflies are just like the
children. They're carefree, innocent, beautiful. That is, up until I wanted
to pin them as annoying. How dare I. Since beginning my new life as a
teacher, I have really learned more of the appreciation due to the adults
throughout my life. Sometimes adults have just had it with kids. All they
really want to say is "Get outta my face, kid!" But I'm so glad they said
that so seldom to me. I'm so, so grateful. My parents and family, my friends
and their families, my teachers. All of them chose to be kind to me (as far
as I can remember). As much as I just wanted to be around them, to be
included, even to be in their face-they could've really had a problem with
me. But they chose not to. Sometimes we all just need time to be alone, time
free from others. I know I violated that me-time of many, many adults
growing up. But I think that's just the beauty of kids. They remind how we
should be: always loving, always selfless, always like Jesus. The past few
weeks I've wondered if He even ever got tired of the people who were just
always there at His heels. And I don't know. But I'm sure if He was, He did
everything in His power to keep them from knowing it. What kind of person
would Jesus have been if He didn't want to be around people or got tired of
people? I'd feel guilty for wanted to depend on Him, for needing to depend
on Him. Thank God Jesus wasn't like me. So for now, I'm so thankful for the
Spirit's small reminders of how to live like Jesus lived. Thanks for the
butterflies in my face.
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