out of the mouth of a child.🤍

 


"Miss Unruh! I made it!"


I turned and looked behind me at the little blond haired girl running toward me, with glowing eyes. In her hands, she clutched a basketball tightly. She had just managed to make a basket. For the last 10 minutes, she had thrown the ball again and again, only to miss, and yet she never gave up...until finally she made it through the hoop. We walked back together and with an, "that's awesome! Now let's keep on trying!" she got the ball situated right, turned around with her back to the basketball hoop, and threw it up in the air backwards. A few more tries just like that and she had made another basket, and then another one. The sparkle in her blue eyes as she looked up at me showed me just how excited she was that she had accomplished something that was so difficult for her. We both laughed together and shot more baskets and laughed together some more.


And then a thought popped into this teacher's mind. Her most difficult feat... maybe it's a decision that has to be made and there is honestly no direction. Maybe her heart is in the grips of a terrible fear and she's trying, trying, trying to give it all to her God, and just let Him. Maybe it's a disappointment over something she had looked forward to, or dreamt of for so long... whatever the case, there were times when the stormy seas were wildly raging, and the waves were oh so high. She wondered... would she be able to hold strong. And then she remembered the times when she hadn't felt like praying, but she had... and then little by little, every time she would surrender, the storm would lessen a little more, the mist would lift a little higher, and she could see that Jesus had been right beside her all along. All she needed to do was reach out and hold His nail-scarred hand, and go forward in faith. Then, she could look back at that difficult thing, kneel down by her bed and truly say... and God, I made it. It was all because of You...


Out of the mouths of little children. They are worth listening to and hearing what they have to say.🤍

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