A glimpse of God's love

I have a unique job. I'm a speech language pathologist at an elementary school. Often, it's easier for me to say I'm a teacher (especially at the Apple store for my discount), but then people ask what grade I teach. I'm blessed to work with students between ages 3 and 13. I get to follow my students from grade to grade. I see longitudinal cross-sections. I do not see them as often their teacher does, but I continue to work with them after they have been assigned a new teacher.

This is the start of my third year at the same school (I praise God, and I'm so thankful!). I do my best not to play favorites, especially when I'm leading a group. But I am human and some students have captured my heart. To be fair, most of my students have my heart; some just have a tighter grip.

A coworker commented how I really do love my students. I care about their future. I know I won't know what happens, which makes me care even more.

Yesterday I was pondering how most of my students will never fully understand how much I care. This fact made me think that this must be how God feels all the time. He loves me so much that I cannot even fathom it. I cannot understand the vastness of His love. Jesus died for my sins, because He loves me. Jesus died knowing that I would not return his love, that I would continually stumble and sin.

God knows what will happen to my students, because they are His children. He will take care of them. I only ask that He uses me to serve their needs; their needs that only God truly knows.