This blog was written
in El Dorado in early December 2013. So
thankful God has richly blessed us with “bucket trucks” in our life over the
past couple of months. He is faithful. –MG
Breathe.
It’s amazing how crazy busy life can get with one
decision. And then another. And another.
And before long, life is slipping by and there’s no time to take
notice. No time to notice the things in
life that take time to see.
Conversations, smiles, the writing on the wall. No time to just sit and stare at beauty. No time to stand in awe.
One of my favorite things about working at school is
watching children have “aha” moments or be intrigued by the simplest of
things.
This past week I was facilitating an interim assessment at
the school I work at. One of the
children in the class is a student I have worked many hours with in math and
some in reading. He really struggles
with learning but is a hard worker.
He also wears braces on his legs.
This year he has not been wearing them like he should.
After we finished the test on Wednesday, three of the
students had to go play outside with me because their regular class was still
testing. As we headed to the playground,
this child caught sight of a piece of construction equipment. He took off running (without his braces) as
fast as he could to the fence so he could get a closer look. His arms swung back and forth as hard as they
could.
From a distance I could see him turn to look to see if the
other two students and I were coming. I
stopped at the sidewalk and the other two students headed to the slide.
His eyes were fixed on the bucket truck. He turned to me and yelled, “It’s a bucket
truck.” I smiled at him. I continued to watch him. He would look back at the slide where the
friends were. And then would turn and stand
in awe again of the bucket truck. It
seemed he stood there forever, just gazing at what he thought was divine. Something that he loved. Something he could relate to. His father worked as a construction worker.
After a few minutes, he turned and ran to the slide. He climbed up the ladder, went to the top,
and said “Guys, it’s a bucket truck!”
The kids looked at the truck and then him. They just kept playing. He climbed down and ran back to the fence. The man in the bucket truck waved at
him. The boy waved largely back to
him. He ran to me, “Mrs. Gasaway, he
waved to me.”
I wonder if I am like the kids on the slide, if I ever see
life as just “ordinary.” Nothing catches
my eyes and attention. I am just too
busy to even see. Too busy to see what
He wants me to see. The miracles He does
every day in my life. The grace He
bestows upon my family, the love He has for me.
I choose to see today. Through His eyes.
