Half Way Mark

So I am done with both my observations by my NIE supervisor! I am so thankful to God that it went well! If only the school teachers observing me are as impressed :)
In any case, thank God! Thank God! :)

I am very thankful that some of the kids really went all the way out to help ensure that my lesson went well. But at the same time, it really breaks my heart that some of these NA kids try so hard to impress me, to have me like them or simply to get a word of praise. Today my heart really broke when the chatty girl kept trying to get others to keep quiet because my supervisor is at the back and the rebellious boy who went to the table, pack and neatly tie up all my laptop cables and wires at the end of the lesson without being asked to.

My heart breaks because they wanted so much to be loved and cared for. My heart breaks because I already like them without them having to do all these.

I guess that must be the same for God. He saw us hurting and crying and He wanted so much to love us but we just didn’t realize that He already loves us.

He already loves us, right from the very beginning.

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