It was Thursday . . .

It was a typical Thursday
Six o’ clock came way too early because I had stayed up late the night before.
I ditched the make up idea and hurried through breakfast
The seven children that I was watching that morning made me smile
They crowded around me as I read them Bible stories
We did crafts together
I smiled as I watched an adorable little two year old say, “Abednego”

I got home and had to make the famous decision: Rest instead of work and then make it through my evening piano lessons . . . or, push through and deal with the pain that night
I had too much running through my mind to work anyway, so I rested
I woke – ready to work. Search and destroy.
I felt somewhat human again

The clock struck 4 o’ clock as I finished with my first student of the day
Her sister came afterwards . . . this was her last lesson
I guess you don’t realize how much you treasure something until it is taken away
You don’t realize that a year of weekly lessons really changed the way that you view children
But the time came and I had thirty last minutes with this girl

So we played Christmas duets
I played sometimes and we sang together
We laughed
We talked
Oh and yes, we did learn! : - )

She left; telling me that she had never had so much fun before playing piano
She promised to come visit me sometimes
She ran off and I wondered why exactly God had placed her in my life for a time
Did I fill the role that I was supposed to?
Did I lecture her too much? Not enough? Did I really love her – or just treat her like a customer?

I don’t want a “last day” to take me by surprise like that again
I want to know that I used every day God gave me
I want to be fully persuaded that I lived to the fullest and loved with everything I had