got my cup of coffee,
opened my workbook and bible.
someone waving through the small glass window in the closed door to the classroom.
She was waving me out into the hallway.
That’s where I came in.
I wasn’t to speak.
Just keep the camera on the teacher as she explained and observed students
at the pendulum station,
building and knocking down a cardboard brick tower,
playing with a large toy dog,
and then a painfully long 3 minutes of trying to get the CD player to work at the listening station.
“Can you hear it now?”
“Now can you hear it?”
“How about now? Can you hear it?”
I forgot how mind-numbingly loud a classroom of 4-year-olds could be.
Which was so many things!
There was a boy constantly asking when it was his turn
They had this great system of clipboards they called “Waiting Lists” and the kids could write their name down when they wanted to be next.
The boy could easily look to see WHEN it was going to be his turn,
but he must’ve liked asking
and OVER again.
I saw him refer to the list.
Saw him point to his name.
He KNEW EXACTLY WHEN
it was going to be his turn.
that was remarkably catchy,
(I caught myself humming it later in the day)
and OVER again
while he walked back and forth across the room
tossing up and down the blood pressure cuff
from a pretend medical kit.
But the greatest pull of my attention was the little boy that I noticed taking all the plastic lids from the pots and pans from the play kitchen,
just the lids,
and shoving them down his pants.
Some lids he shoved UP his pant legs
and some he shoved DOWN his pant legs.
He tried to shove one lid into the pocket of his cargo pants
but it just wasn’t to be.
When he shoved the plastic pot with the handle right into the front area of his pants,
I felt like I needed to alert someone.
and he was challenging an opponent.
He was putting on his armor!
as a weird little possible thief
or possible WHO KNOWS WHAT,
was deep in the pretend.
Which is really just the child word for practice.
All the kids in the room were practicing.
The boy on the waiting list was practicing (not perfectly) patience.
The boy humming was practicing creativity.
And the boy with the pot lids was practicing protecting himself.
Even the teacher was,
with me recording it,
practicing her craft of educating these children.
Being a mommy
or a waitress
or a hair stylist
or (ugh) make up artist
What am I practicing?
He replied, “My mother and brothers are those who hear God’s word and put it into practice.”
Share with God’s people who are in need. Practice hospitality.
Finally, be strong in the Lord and in his mighty power. Put on the full armor of God so that you can take your stand against the devil’s schemes.
I heard a great quote from our senior pastor at church on Sunday,
“God never wastes an experience in a believer’s life."
And so I don’t want the
or the room full of 4-year-olds,
to be wasted.
My word for the year is SEEK, after all.
And there has been SO MUCH to see.
What are you practicing?