First grade fruit salad

For this week, my schedule changed again. But I've been at the school Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday. Here are some thoughts from today...


Today's chapel message for the Elementary kids at ECA (the private school) had to do with fruit salad--with not blending our unique traits, talents, and personalities into juice when they could be a delectable fruit salad of uniqueness. Good reminder. I love that I am made to be something completely único, and that living in the fulness of that is a surefire way of bringing the glory to God.

After that, we went back to the classroom for prayer time.

I am struck by the prayers of these children--they pray simply, sometimes with incorrect grammar, and for requests they repeat day after day. They never forget who they have on their heart to pray for. Someone with an illness, a pregnancy, a journey, or a struggle never gets forgotten one day to the next in the mundaneness of classroom life. Nothing's too small to approach God with. Their prayers are often nearly inaudible, muttered with the occasional unsure tenderness of six- and seven-year-olds.

But just hearing these prayers on the earthly end, I know that they are delights to the ears of the Father. That he cannot wait for the morning prayer times of this (or any) first grade class, and that he surely hears the burdens on the hearts of the children.