This is the season of Thanksgiving. Hannah class has created a huge turkey body. Each visit, they grab a blank feather-like piece of paper, decorate it, and have the teacher write what the student is thankful that day on the paper.
"Hannah? What are you thankful for," asked Mr. Ray.
Without hesitation...
"Chickens."
"I have heard all things, Hannah, but you always manage to bring something new to the class," Mr. Ray replied.
Later that evening, Madelyn and I had words with each other. It was her birthday, and she was displaying a very ugly attitude. I called her on it and sent her to her room. I was destroyed. I was sad that she had to behave that way and be sent to her room on her birthday. Seriously, I had tears about it.
I had called a friend to ask for advice, and her words really settled my heart. Jay walked in the door as I was hanging up and saw I was upset. Madelyn came out of her room and noticed it, too. Jay took her out back and had a talk with her, and she came back to apologize. I forgave her and we finished with her evening of birthday fun.
As I was putting her to bed, I had a sentimental thought.
"Madelyn, can I sing 'Hush Little Baby' to you one more time, or are you too old for that now that you are eight?"
"Sing to me, Mom!"
So I sang her the lullaby I've sung every night since I found out I was pregnant with her. I looked up at her on the top bunk and noticed that she had tears streaming down her face. "Mom, I love you so much it hurts me. Why does my heart hurt when you love someone like that?"
"Because it is God's way of showing you how Jesus felt on the cross; what unconditional love is all about."
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