Her Tiny Hand in Mine

This morning one of the ELL, English Language Learner, teachers was not in school due to celebrating her daughter’s birthday. Her classroom is next to mine, so I get to know the children in her class. One of them is a little girl in 2nd Grade who is the size of some Preschool age children.

She was late and did not know where to go because her ELL teacher was not there. I told her, vem conmigo, come with me. She put her tiny hand in mine as we walked to the ELL team leader class across the hall. We found out she would spend the day in her homeroom teacher’s class, so we went down to first floor to her 2nd Grade class. All the way, she was holding my hand, her tiny hand in mine.

I thought about that. She trusted me because she knows me. I often greet her in Spanish in the mornings. She sees me talking with her teacher almost every morning. She also sees my ID Badge, so she knows I am a teacher. She trusted me to guide her and not hurt her tiny little hand. Her hand is maybe 1/5th the size of mine.

We talked in Spanish as we walked to her classroom. I spoke the language she would understand putting her at ease. We got to her classroom. Her homeroom teacher smiled and welcomed her. She ran to her teacher and hugged her.

I thought about how that is a picture of Jesus guiding us. He has all power and yet he is gentle with us. He won’t crush our hands that are so tiny compared to his. He is the way and guides us on our way.He speaks our languages whatever they are, so we can understand.

We can know him and his voice. He wants relationship with us. The more we know him. the more we can trust him.

Thank you for reading. God bless.