There are lots of first day of school pictures on blogs these days. This year, she was not there for the first day. We are still here, moving and finishing before we can have new beginnings there.
This morning we snuggled. It was the first time in awhile. It was a quiet moment to remember. Her teacher, Mrs. Spangler sent all her classmates a letter and first assignment.
“What does perseverance mean? How will you apply that to this school year?”
This child knows about perseverance.
We remembered her second grade and what happened some weeks before the last day. It had been building from her first day since she started mid-year.
This is the child who stood with her arms crying asking “The Bible says love your enemies. I don’t know how to love her. How do I love her?”
She cried over this girl, a classmate nearly every night for two weeks. She cried because she had not known meanness and was hurting. She cried because she did not know how to love her. I laid with her until the sobs stopped and she slept. With lots of prayer. we all decided she would continue. There were only a few weeks left. Her dad went into talk with the teacher and principal.
There was a wooden sign on my desk.
Let’s finish well.
“Can I take this with me Mom, to put in my desk to remind me?” Oh yeah baby.
The Holy Spirit was teaching her, teaching us all. She finished well. She persevered.
Consider it pure joy, my brothers, whenever you face trials of many kinds, because you know that the testing of your faith develops perseverance. Perseverance must finish its work so that you may be mature and complete, not lacking anything. James 1:2-4