When students told me I am the prettiest teacher at school, I found acceptance and love.
When I saw a mother brought her kid to school who kept crying until mother kissed her on her mouth, I learn tears are not always pity.
When I am having music lessons with my P2 class and hearing them singing, I hear the voice of angels.
I have never been so looking forward to lunch time ever because kids are waiting for me to sing grace with them.
When they so wanted to tell me their little story and gossip, I don't know where come my extra patient that I never had.
When I saw their little face getting so serious as they are in the test, my heart broke.
When I walked around the campus, I saw my hidden childhood, once pity, now being healed. God is touching my wound and make me feel much better. Feeling was complicated but getting more and more simple and crystal clear.
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