One these darling kids got in trouble today at school. I shall never reveal their identity. They are preacher kids- they don't need any extra attention from my blog. Although it is safe to rule out the one in pink.
Unfortunately it was the second time in the last week. When I read the email from the teacher my heart just broke- you know- you just kind of want to either crawl in a hole and cry or string the kid upside down till they repent.
But instead I got in my car and went to the school.
It was 1:00.
I walked in and knocked on the classroom door- asked for my
and then headed for the car silently. I did not say a word as my
pleaded with me to tell where we were going.
I just drove.
(Remember that I know I am a little dramatic and
. Just want everyone to remember that I know.)
I drove up to my favorite cafe'. And still without a word of explanation, we sit and I order my favorite cake and two waters. Fear has officially set in and perhaps a slight thought like.... MY
I look into precious rebel eyes and say.......
"THIS ENDS HERE."
"You will change. You will stop choosing to act as if God is not in you. And I am crazy about you."
"And we are here celebrating the end of your hard heart and this mutiny. We are celebrating that it is over.... officially over. Today."
(well I didn't really use the word mutiny- but the rest is pretty much verbatim.)
We went on to talk
about life in the land of short crazy people and I think I do see a little shift in those eyes. A little recognition that living as a rebel just does not fare well for you and submitting may be the only way to ever do anything fun with short crazy people again!