Silently Showing Him...

As I'm hectically trying to find time to write a blog without falling asleep...or getting lunched packed, grading papers, lesson planning, playing with Brylee, getting dinner ready or just maybe even carry a normal conversation on with Brian. My life is crazy. Our wonderful nanny cant start until the 22nd. (Monday). A blog to come about that. So Brian and I have had to take turns on getting Brylee early. Well on the one day I get to stay late at school and work, I am using every minute to accomplish something prouductive. I have my to-do list and i am ready to go!!
SO as I start knocking this stuff out I see a sweet little face peek in my window. This sweet little face is now in 3rd grade. She was in my very first Kindergarten class. (I cant believe this) Her and I had this very special little love/hate relationships. Her family are "Bama fans". and of course...me being the Gator fan that I am provided some great entertainment during the year. She has 2 older brothers in high school and so she is very much the tomboy and into the "grown up world".
In Second grade she told her teacher (love you Renee) that she could be her # 2 teacher, because Ms. Hale will always be her #1 teacher. She sent me red roses for my birthday and wrote me a note that said she hoped I liked the Alabama flowers that she sent me for my birthday. This is one special little girl.
Well as I am knocking my stuff out, she pops in to say hey! She just wasn't quite her sweet bubbly self. I asked her if she had a great day, if she liked her new teacher and she said her day was ok and she liked her teacher. Well, I asked her why she wasn't herself. This little precious girl fell into my arms and started sobbing. I just held her there and when she could talk enough she told me her grandmother is dying and has taken a turn for the worse. I just held her and told her how I felt when my grandpa died. I told her I wanted her to journal all the great things she remembers about her grandma and to find time to tell her now, while shes still living. I suggested she write her letters and call her often. We wiped her tears away and off she went, down the hallway as happy as can be.
I sat at my desk with so many different emotions. The first emotion was guilt and tears that I know the TRUTH and couldn't share it with her. I just pray that through the words I was able to share with her I shined Jesus.  The second emotion was just sadness in missing my grandpa. Man, he was great man with so many talents. I just wish I had taken advantage of every opportunity with him.
After I stepped back and wiped my tears I realized one thing. THIS is why I do what I do. I may not be able to share Jesus with her, but I can SHOW HIM to her through my love and my life. I pray that she sees that in me.

Silently Showing Him, Meredith