Small Things

I don't know if this is common for lots of people, but many times, Sundays are my days to get attacked by anxiety about the week ahead. This Sunday was also the very first day of Sunday School for the new year, and since teachers don't always get completely over the "Will they like me? Will they listen to me? Will I be useful to them?" fears, it was especially good to have these three things today:

1) A teacher commissioning service in which the pastor reminded us that the power behind our teaching is not us, and asked people to remember to pray for us throughout the year.

2) A student from last year who said, "I wish you were still my teacher." 

3) A group this year that included three boys who chose to sit in the front row (5th grade boys in the front is a big deal, guys), and two from the back who stayed to put away chairs without even being asked.

Small kindnesses can be turned as arrows into the beast of someone else's anxiety. (On this spiritual battleground we live on, tell your kids they are warriors, even now.)