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By Phee Paradise
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“Good morning, Miss Megan. Would you like a rose?”
“No thank you, Ashley. Those are for the mothers. But I’ll see you in Sunday School.”
Ashley bounces a little. “Did you bring a snack?”
Her enthusiasm always makes me smile, but I wish she loved the Bible as much as she does donut holes.
I pause by Ashley to watch the older ones, grown now and confident. It warms my heart when one or another stops to tell me of their great adventures in college and new jobs and growing families.
Across the foyer, the three Johnson boys tower over their mother, and are even taller than their father. I watch them laughing as they jostle each other, trying to remember in which states they’ve settled. I’m sure they’re just as happy to see each other as their mother is to see them. Smiling, I turn to the hall that will take me to my classroom, where each of them learned a little about God before moving up to another teacher and another lesson.
Before I move away, one of the Johnsons leaves his family group and crosses the foyer. He takes a rose from Ashlely and holds it out to me.
“Happy Mother’s Day, Miss Megan. You should have a rose. You’re practically a mother to all the kids in the church.”
I accept the rose. I do love the children.
“How are you doing? You graduated last year, didn’t you?”
“Yes and now I’ve got a great job in tech support. It’s too bad I’m so far from home, but I love living in the city.” He glances over to his family, headed for the door. “We’re taking Mom to lunch, so I have to go. But I wanted to tell you how important you were in helping me come to Christ. You might not remember, but when I was ten, in VBS, I was thinking about Jesus and sin and stuff and didn’t know what to do, and you encouraged me. You said, ‘Why don’t you just pray about it?’ So I did and that’s when I was saved. I just wanted to say thank you.”
Tears begin to fill my eyes. It feels good to know I did some good. He gives me a quick hug and turns to go. “Thank you for sharing that, Anthony. I’ll treasure it.”
He smiles and walks toward his family. As I watch them walk out of the church, it hits me. I’ve just been talking to David. Anthony is his brother.
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