Penguin is also nice enough to let me volunteer once a week. Since her students are family folks I get to keep an eye on all the kids while their parents learn one of the hardest languages in the world...it truly is. I have such a hard time with it and its the only language that I know.The other day we all went outside to take advantage of the lovely amazing weather, and I saw a most wonderful sight. At the far end of the play ground stood one of those giant trees with little white blossoms all over. Every time there was a gust of wind, the blossoms would float off in a snowie manner, and as a game the kids were running all over trying to catch the petals. Also I saw some of the little girls pulling the branches lower so as to reach the flowers and dress up each others ponytails.
At first I was thinking of how much like a fairytale the whole scene was, but then it occurred to me how much like heaven that was. That's what Jesus lives for, is to make His children blissfully happy enjoying His creation. I pictured the giant soldier angels posted around the playground making sure the children played undisturbed. And the ones by the trees were shaking the branches and laughing as the kids skittered and dove after the petals.
It was a wonderful day and I'm glad to have been apart of it. Hope this post blessed the reader.
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