Usually by the end of the class he is sitting by me so I can help him to be reverent.
Yesterday however was different. *Joesph came marching into the classroom super happy. He sat himself down a chair or two away from me and flashed me a quick cheeky smile to let me know he was there. For the next 20mins or so I didn't once have to talk to him about kicking chairs or reminding him to be reverent. Instead I just watched him singing with all his heart.
We sung one last song before we went off to sharing time I can't even remember what it was. He was in charge of holding up the words for all the other kids. I just sat there watching him as he struggled to hold up this huge poster which to be honest was almost as big as he was. His smile was from ear to ear, he looked so proud of himself up there. Then my eyes began to well up with tears as I was overcome with such love for this little boy. I felt I am sure just a tiny fraction of what Our Father in Heaven feels for him. I saw him how our Saviour sees him. Not as a distractable 7 year old but one of his children, who he knows, he loves, and I am sure who he cries for and rejoices for. A child who he watches grow and who he saw that day and he was singing his little lungs out to a song about a chestnut tree.
As we left the room for Sharing Time I pulled him aside a little and told him how proud I was of him and how special he was. He looked at me like I was crazy but whatever. I know that, that small experience will stay with me for years to come. It is such a comfort to me to know that our Saviour and Father in Heaven know us, that they know everything there is to know about us. Where better place to turn when we are feeling lost or alone that to the comforting arms of a loving Heavenly Father who knows us best.