Tuesday, March 15, 2011

Tissue, Tears, and Shiny Pink Lipstick

I am sitting here at my computer with an entire roll of toilette tissue trying to stop the river.  I have managed to catch the nastiest cold at the worst possible moment.  This morning when the alarm sounded and I tried to get out of bed, I knew it was going to be a struggle of struggles just moving forward.  I can't be sick today!  I can't stay home.  I can't sleep longer and have hot tea delivered bedside.  I have to go to work.  I have nearly 300 children waiting on me. It is program day....and I have no voice, no energy, and more tears than tissue.  I do have an enormous belly full of baby, a due date that the doctor all but laughed at yesterday, and clothes to iron to get me and the munchkin ready to sing. 
While driving in to school, I assured myself that I could do anything for a couple of hours...just a couple of hours.  Then, I realized I really could not.  I could not do it at ALL.  The tears were coming back.  I kept my foot on the gas pedal and started pleading with all of Heaven to give me just enough strength to finish the task at hand.  This song immediately came to mind...

              His strength is perfect when our strength is gone.  He'll carry us when we can't carry on. Raised in His power, the weak become strong...His strength is perfect...His strength is perfect....

The mascara was rescued, the tears kept at bay.  I pulled into my parking spot, took a deep breath and set one foot in front of the other.  I was greeted with eager faces and spring colors.  Little children up and down the halls excited for their moment on stage, met me with arms open wide for hugs and love as we prepared for the morning.  I have learned, in my years, that little children love pink lipstick on their music teacher, so I was sure to dab some on this morning.  My shiny pink lips brought smiles and giggles and we were ready to sing!

HIS strength was perfect.  The children erased a lot of yucky feelings for a few moments.  We sung our hearts out, did some square dancing, and even did a shark rap song.  Before I knew it, we were stacking the chairs and taking down the decorations.  I made it --by God's grace.  Thankfully, my boss could tell I was under the weather and great with child.  He allowed me to leave early and take the afternoon to rest.  I crawled back to the car with munchkin in tow. 

I am so thankful that there are stronger Arms than mine to hold me up some days, and that there is a bigger Voice than mine to be heard.  I am grateful for the tender love and care as to which my Creator takes with me in my most fragile moments.  I can only hope that in all the silly songs and music class days, that the children of my little country school will find that same strength in their own lives. For that is what teaching is all about...showing our lives in the everyday moments.  For little eyes are always looking and learning.  Little ears hear far more than spoken words.  Little hearts are so tender...even to shiny, pink lipstick.
~ B Charmer

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