One of my groups of students had been using play doh in our time together. When our time was up I looked down and saw my hands were covered in green. I went to wash my hands in the bathroom and as I'm standing at the sink I realized how many other teachers find themselves with marks on their hands, arms, legs, clothes, etc. There is so much behind the fist that is now black from writing on the board all day, the teacher wearing paint on their new blouse after a student with fine motor needs needed help completing, or the paper cuts from grading a week's work of assignments. As any good teacher will tell you, those tiny marks on his/her hands were all worth it when he/she sees the students growing and learning something new. There is so much love these good teachers hold in his/her heart for every child no matter what type of day is happening.
Christ sees us in the same light with His own marks on his hands. His suffering and crucifixion on the cross was more than worth it for every one of us. Each mark was not in vain but rather held our salvation so we could learn to love one another and do good in this world. Thank you Jesus for suffering and dying on the cross for me - a sinner!
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Jesus,
Please let me not forget the depth of the marks on your hands. May I strive to do good and learn to love better each day in every person, situation, or circumstance you lead me to so I can bring others closer to God. Thank you Lord for the gift of Salvation you have given to me!
Amen.
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Simply a little pencil in God's hand,
Elizabeth
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