This morning was a STRUGGLE to get out of bed. Okay, every morning is a struggle to get out of bed...but I did, and managed to arrive at work only 3 minutes after 7.
The morning dragged on forever. I was running around most of the time, but I love the office I work at, so it's really not so bad.
After work, I ran home and a couple friends of mine picked me to go volunteer at a local elementary. This will make literally no sense, but any social situation (any situation, really) that is new to me makes me super uncomfortable. So, as I walked the halls of the elementary school reeking with nostalgia, I could feel my stomach getting more and more nauseated. We walked into the classroom & I quickly looked for all the possible exits, just in case. I stood there sort of dumfounded as a table of 5 year-olds stared at me. Suddenly, an adorable long-haired boy got up, stretched his arms out, and walked over to me; reaching for a hug. I responded with an "oh!" and laughed as I knelt down to meet him.
Then, he turned around and sat back down.
Literally, kids are the best. Who just welcomes someone they don't know like that? He didn't know anything about me.
If we all treated people we were unsure of the same way this boy treated me, can you imagine how happy the world could be? He will never know what his innocent kindness meant to me, or the impact it had on my day * ultimately, paradigm. But if we can extract wisdom from experiences like this, maybe we can perpetuate that same joy for other people; willingly.
Shouldn't we?
Wouldn't He?
I completely understand Christ's counsel now to "become as little children."
