While looking through some of my appointment books from past years, I came across the following entry written in March of 2007:
I am worn out! My first graders are falling apart and there are a thousand teaching duties each day. I want to do them well, but they must be done while I give “differentiated” instruction to all eighteen of my six year olds.
It’s too much, and every time I open my mouth I’m griping. When I don’t open my mouth I’m thinking awful things that make me worry about my spirituality and my sanity.
As I read Matthew 23:26 pondered how to clean my heart and mind one of our four year old grandsons, approached carrying his sister’s cast off baby doll.
Holding it out to me he said, “He wants you to keep him.”
“What’s his name?” I asked.
“His name is Thanks. Take care of him.”
Well, as they say, from the mouths of babes. This precious little boy had brought an epiphany. I’m supposed to keep Thanks.
Just as I would care for a child, keep him in sight at all times, feed, love and nurture him, I must tend to Thanks so that he will grow and be strong.
Well I am just as busy as ever, but since I took on the care of Thanks he has helped me to think on the good things so I gripe less about my duties which, as it turns out, are actually mostly blessings.
Mother wrote in her journal, “God gives in abundance. He takes whatever we can offer Him in time, ability and resources and multiplies its effectiveness beyond our wildest expectations.”
Caring for Thanks has helped me see that though I have many tasks to do, He has given me the resources to do them and I am blessed.