I teach 6- and 7-year-olds at church on Sundays. Nine of them. Sundays can be a little crazy.
But now and again, a bolt of inspiration and encouragement strikes through the chaos. While we were gathered with two other classes for singing time, the chorister chose a song that I’ve never cared for. Something about the melody has always made me wrinkle my nose and tune it out.
But as she spoke the words beforehand for the kids who didn’t know it, these lines caught my ear:
With eleven and a half months ahead of me in this year, I hope I’ll do a few things that only I can do. I hope I’ll do them bravely, kindly, and well.
And I can’t wait to see the brave, kind things that only you can give the world.
Indigo Wood 