The Big Help

The Big Help

My K-2 students worked very hard to help me this year. I would look in the mirror and see a hand raised with a look of desperation on the student’s face. I would ask what they wanted, and suddenly they could not talk loud enough to be heard across the bus. Something that was not a problem 5 minutes before. I would find a safe spot, pull over the bus and go to the student, most of the time the student was desperate to show me a peace of trash on the floor. Then others would raise there hands to do the same. I realized, eventually, they were just trying to be helpful when in reality they were distracting me from driving and keeping us from getting to there stop on time.

In their attempt to be helpful, the run was made worse, though to them it looked good and right. They were helping in the way they wanted to, not how I needed them to help.

How often have I done that with God? Really, I do not want to know it. I bet though, I need to know. 

John A Miller