Another Reason Why I Love My Job
On Valentines Day I was blessed by spending the morning teaching music class at the assisted living centers, and after coming home and making a delicious peanut butter sandwich on my favorite bread from my favorite bakery (Mr. TOF and I stop there every Thursday after music class) I tucked my toddler boy into his nap, and got ready to teach piano lessons for the rest of the day.
At 1:00 p.m. my first student of the day walked in the door, a tall and smart third grade boy, and he handed me this wonderful Valentine. It’s not just ANY Valentine, there is a wonderful message scrawled in the middle of that heart! It was JUST the message I needed to hear that day, too, because it seems that every single day I FORGET how MUCH God loves me. I forget that I don’t have to do everything right to be loved. I was immeasurably blessed by this Valentine in the middle of my busy (but good) day, far more blessed than probably my student will ever realize.
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