I take no pleasure in the death of the wicked man,
but rather in his conversion that he may live.
When we arrived at the playground, our grandson led us directly to the sandbox. I admit that I enjoy the digging and building. Usually, other children join us which allows all concerned to hone their abilities to cooperate and share. That morning was no exception. While Danny and his companions discussed the bridge he and I had started, a group of preschoolers on the nearby slide caught my eye. Their caretaker was talking with a little girl who seemed to need a reminder regarding taking turns. I wondered if the woman was using the same pitch I’d used years ago on the playground.
When I was a reading teacher, I pulled students from other classrooms. As a result, I monitored outdoors at the open and close of every school day. During these morning patrols, I encountered some reluctant grade-schoolers who sometimes needed a variety of reminders. Many of these children had more to worry about than their places in line at the slide. They often expected only the worst from the coming school day. Still, in spite of their trepidation, these children responded to our daily interactions with surprising openness. I learned a good deal about them as I urged them into school and on to what might actually become a very good day.
As I watched that little girl make her way to the slide with a smile, I knew her caretaker had said just the right thing to get her on her way. With that, I turned back to my grandson and his new friends. I hoped that I could add something positive to our sandbox adventure and to the rest of their potentially good day.
Loving God, be with us as we bring goodness to the moments at hand.
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