A child's spirit

I got to help some 3rd graders with creative writing this morning.

At first, I was struck by how different each child looked. Some were smaller than my sons were in kindergarten; others were much bigger than they are now. There were children with light skin and children with dark skin -- shy children and talkative children -- children in fancy dresses and children in tattered clothing.

As a writer, each child had different strengths. Some were great with plot, others with description. Every child also had room to grow. They were works in progress, opened up before me. Each shone with a unique and beautiful spirit.

It was such a poignant sampling of God’s handiwork.

That special time, huddled together at a little table outside the classroom, reminded me of the wonder and beauty of God’s creations.

I can hardly wait to go back next week.