My son loves school . . . or so he thinks. I am teaching him to read but somehow he gets the idea of school as being with other children like Summer Bible School. He just loves to be with other children! He doesn’t consider that he’s really in school . . .
And so with me, I’m in God’s school . . . It gets lonely at times thinking that I’m the only one learning “how to read” . . . and I want to be with others where it’s “more fun”.
But God has me in school . . . and I am glad . . . .for there is no other way for me to be taught the things that deep down I really want to learn . . .
“Thou hast made the earth to tremble; Thou hast broken it: Heal the breaches thereof; for it shaketh. For Thou hast showed thy people hard things . . . .” Psalm 60:2,3a
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That's a great analogy, Aimee. It's also easy to look around at others and think they're in an easier "school" or not even in "school" at all. God still has me in school, the school of learning to have patience with the irritations and interruptions, etc. of a young child. I thought I had learned that, but I discovered that I really hadn't, I had just run out of young children. So now He's had me back in that school again with Destiny. And believe me, none of the children I've mothered before, our biological or the many foster children, gave me as many chances to "learn" as she does. I hope I learn the lessons He wants me to learn this time around, because I'm heading toward 55, and I think it's about time to "graduate"!
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