A Phone Call From the Teacher

And it's only the second week of school.

A little bit about me: When my phone beeps with a new voice mail and I hear my son's teacher on the other end asking me to call her back it makes my insides flip flop, it makes me nervous and sweaty and it makes my mom brain fire on all cylinders.

What did he do?
Why didn't he tell me?
I should have seen this coming.
I should have met with her already and prepped her for some things,
like he will likely come out of the bathroom with his pants unzipped and unbuttoned.
And I should have assured her we are working on this.
Tirelessly.
And I should have reviewed with him 20 more times the rules of the classroom.
And reminded him not to pee all over the toilet seat
And oh good gracious what am I going to do now?
And
And
And
And...
And I may have a teensy habit of overreacting. 

Yep.
This is what a voicemail from the teacher does to me these days.
I. Am. Awesome.

So I take a breath.
And call her back.

And here is what I hear:

Best Teacher Ever: "I was interviewing Joshua today for a project and I was asking him things like, "What do you want to be when you grow up" "What's your favorite thing to do?"
And then I asked him, "If you could meet anyone who would it be"

to which she received this reply: 

Joshua: "I want to meet Jesus." "I want to meet Jesus in Heaven."

Best Teacher Ever: "What do you want to say to Jesus?"
....get your kleenex



Joshua: "I want to tell Him thank you for saving my life." 



And let the tears fall.

Bless her heart.
She.....who also loves Jesus by the way......struggled to keep it together in front of my sweet boy and his fellow classmates.

A boy who, at this time last year, was lying in an orphanage blue and dying never even having heard the name of the Lord.
Never having hope.
Never knowing love.
Never having life. 

Who is now proclaiming that out of everyone he could meet, he wants to meet HIM and thank HIM for saving his life.

Glory.
Glory.
Glory.

Redemption is such a beautiful thing. 

Two words people:

Ugly.
Cry.

You are the helper of the fatherless. LORD, You have heard the desire of the humble; You will prepare their heart; You will cause Your ear to hear, To do justice to the fatherless and the oppressed, That the man of the earth may oppress no more.

Psalms 10:14,17-18