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I just have to write tonight to share what God has done. It is not about Georgia. The monitor did not come yet for her heart so we are still waiting trying to soak up time together in every way that we can while watching her like hawks as she runs and giggles and twirls her way obliviously through her day.
What I want to share is what God did for another precious little girl. I think He knew that I needed a front row seat on this one to remind me that He cares so deeply and intimately about every detail.
I get to help do some teaching at Georgia's preschool. It is one of the highlights of my week to be "Teacher Shannon" three mornings a week to 15 beyond adorable little kids. To share as they get excited watching volcanoes of glitter and food coloring erupt all over the place, watch as they pratice their Bible verses, see them learning to share, joke and make friends... and to quietly place my hand on their shoulders and pray for them as we go about our day. This preschool is the only Christian preschool in our county and my friend stepped out last year to open it because she felt led by God to do so. Watching her love these kids and the staff of this place is like watching someone who is right directly in the center of God's will for them...it is stunningly beautiful.
Well, in getting to know the kids, their stories also start to come out. Some of these stories make it so very clear how much more this preschool is than just a place to learn letters and get pushed on the swings at recess. This place is a haven for some, it is warm and loving and a place where kids get to shed the worries that are far bigger than their little shoulders and melt into the loving hugs that define it. They are prayed over, celebrated and loved.
I just love watching Georgia in here. She is learning how to make friends. She has one extra special friend and they just love each other. Today she even made sure to wear a shirt with a butterfly because this friend wore one on Monday. They sit by each other, hold hands on the way to the playground and today this girl whispered to me, "I just love Georgia so much."
This girl just sparkles, she beams as she stands up, shoulders back proudly sharing her Bible verse for the class, you can almost feel her soaking up the love that surrounds her here. Well, on Wednesday, we heard that her dad lost his job and she would not be able to come to preschool anymore (along with two other classmates whose stories I do not want share too much detail about but they despereately need to be here). We prayed and cried and started making a plan to try to create scholarship money to keep these three kids here. I cannot say it enough, they need a safe place to be.
The situation has been heavy on my heart since then. I have been praying, talking with churches figuring out how to do an auction, anything to keep these kids...especially this sweet girl because her need was the most immediate.
Well, this morning I woke up so burdened by Georgia's situation (if you don't know you can read it here) and just begging God to show me that He sees us and cares. I called in to school for something and my friend said, "You just have to hear about _____'s (the little girl) miracle!"
The SAME day that the need presented itself, God brought the answer. Another parent came in to the classroom to pick up her son. This boy was about to graduate out and start kindergarten. His mom overheard that this little girl was not going to be able to stay. She didn't even hesitate and said, "You know what, I've already prepaid his year here, just don't reimburse me...I want it to go to that little girl." Just like that! God completely change the story for this precious little girl. He made a way where there was no way.
I watched she and Georgia comparing the pinks in their shirts today, grinning at each other and could not help but thank God for showing me that He cares even for the little needs of the littlest ones!
"Are not two sparrows sold for a penny? Yet not one of them will fall to the ground apart from the will of your Father. And even the very hairs of your head are all numbered. So don't be afraid; you are worth more than many sparrows."
Even the hairs on my precious baby girl's head are numbered, watched and counted by God...How much more the beats of her little heart?
In my Memorial Box? A picture I snapped today of those two friends grinning in their little pink shirts.
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