My thankfulness of being held by My Father is overwhelming today.

Teaching is like that for me. Put me in a classroom. Put me in a school setting. Put a sea of faces in front of me, and I can feel His breath pour into me, and I relax. It is what He designed me to do – as much as I fought it – as much as I had other dreams that I thought were way more important – it is always when I am teaching that I feel His presence surrounding me and pointing out all the things I should see and give back to those in front of me.

Strange but true.

“And not a tear is wasted
In time, you’ll understand,
I’m painting beauty with the ashes
Your life is in My hands.”

Today, I revisited the “Stinky Cheese Man – and Other Fractured Fairy Tales” to a class of 33, 1st thru 3rd years. They laughed. They participated. At points, they squiggled with excitement. Some used big words. Some struggled with finding the right words. Some spoke only with their eyes (and sorry was I that I had not extra time to find out more). Others were like to bust a gut if they couldn’t raise their hand fast enough.

And maybe – maybe – they just learned a thing or two.

“Lift your hands, lift your eyes
In the storm is where you’ll find Me
And where you are, I’ll hold your heart
I’ll hold your heart
Come to Me, find your rest
In the arms of the God who won’t let go”

There was a time when all I could dream about – think about – read about – was dancing as a life of wonder. Then I blew my knee out and cried myself to sleep for many a night. So – – I thought I’d be a musician of some kind – after all I was a pretty good singer, guitar and piano player. But somehow – there were times as I marched through life when I was put in charge of younger kidlets – in church – in school – listening to them read – teaching them to twirl a baton – working with handicapped kids during swimming lessons – and by golly – suddenly – I found myself having my own classroom.

Who’d a thunk it?

“So when you’re on your knees and answers seem so far away,
You’re not alone, stop holding on and just be held.
Your world’s not falling apart, it’s falling into place
I’m on the throne, stop holding on and just be held
Just be held, just be held.”

Falling into place.
Beauty out of ashes.
Never letting go.
Dancing in the classroom.
Singing in the storm.
Breathing deeply – Yah – weh.
Just being held.

“Even there your hand shall lead me, and your right hand shall hold me.”~Ps 139:10

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