I have a little boy in my class that is so cute. Actually all of my kids are cute but a couple remind me of my own son when he was that age. So much of what I am doing reminds me of my son. Call it nostalgia if you will, maybe because he is now a senior.
At any rate, part of this assignment calls for me to have these tiny tots read. They are seven and eight years old so they are at their cutest! I just open a book, called out names and have them read. Some of them read quite well.
I would go up and down the row listening to parts of the story until we were finally done. At one point, I called on a little boy that really gripped me. He began to read and I was taken by his "twees" and "twac-tows."
I giggled inside but found that I enjoyed hearing him read. We'd open the books and you'd better believe this little one was going to get called on. I would walk the aisle and when I was going to call on him I made sure I was right next to him. I could just see my son in his khaki shorts and uniform shirt trying to read at that age.
He brought a smile to my face and made my heart leap. I was so taken by him. It was like a melodious sound that soothed me.
When I got home and thought about it, I wondered if that is how God feels when we read His Word back to him. I often pray "Father Search me and know my heart, test me and know my anxious thoughts...see if there is any offensive way in me and deal with me on that." That comes straight from the book of Psalms.
Is my father pleased when I read back to him? Does he smile and pull his ear close just to hear me? I call on my student to read just so that I can hear his voice....I pray that my Father is pleased when he hears mine.
Search me, O God, and know my heart; test me and know my anxious thoughts. See if there is any offensive way in me, and lead me in the way everlasting. Psalms 139:13-14
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