For well over two years now I have been privileged to prepare my one and only grandson for his day at preschool. The early morning snuggles, delightful conversations during breakfast preparations, and kitchen clean-ups have been weekly deposits into some of the greatest memories of my life.
I was on my knees in gratitude when I learned at the onset that this little boy, my only grandchild, would be attending a Christian preschool. Knowing that my son and daughter-in-law are not churchgoers this act alone was a reason for great celebration for I knew that there he would learn that Jesus loved him. There he would learn the stories of God’s love down through the ages. There he would have teachers that would plant those first seeds of what someday might be a full harvest for the glory of God.
I think sometimes these farmers of young souls are overlooked and underappreciated. I’ve witnessed firsthand the gentle interactions between these three women you see featured here; Ms. Leah, Ms. Danielle, and Ms. Suzanne. They’re not babysitters. They are mentors, they are teachers. They are adults that teach the practical, reach out to the spiritual, and hand-deliver truths to those little, hungry hearts. They actually love, care, and pour into the souls of our young beloveds.
As I consider my long life and look back with great appreciation not only the cocoon of goodness rendered by my own family but all that which was sown from others into my young life – I am convinced that these first days of sowing the gospel message of Jesus’ love have a longer capacity for production than we could possibly imagine. I fear these beautiful women might think they’re not making a difference. But I am reminded of a passage in 1 Corinthians 3:6-7 where Paul writes, “I planted, Apollos watered, but God gave the growth. So neither he who plants nor he who waters is anything but only God who gives the growth. He who plants and he who waters are one, and each will receive his wages according to his labor. For we are God’s fellow workers. You are God’s field, God’s building.”
What great relief, you beautiful women. Don’t think for a moment that you are not a crucial element in the story of these young lives that shuffle in and out of your classrooms year after year. Oh no. You keep sowing those priceless most excellent seeds and leave the rest up to God.
Thank you for loving and teaching my precious grandson. I’m eternally grateful.