Beautiful Inside and Out

I missed, for the first time ever, church because of my depression. Even on my low days I've gone. I would force myself to go and to participate. That's just what you do. But this Sunday I didn't. I let the depression win. Patrick was feeling a little sick, but really not sick enough to not go to church. 

I had an even more horrible day after making that decision.

Today, one of my students desperately needed to tell me somethig. He kept raising his hand at the most inconvenient times. When this happens I tell the kids they have to wait, and then they can tell me at a better time. Usually it is a personal story they want to share, and sadly we don't have time for them to share in class. So I assumed this little 6 year old had some story to share as well. We lined up to go to another class and he desperately wanted to tell me something. Finally as we walked through the hall I asked him what he needed. He simply looked up at me and said, "You always look so beautiful. And you are always nice." 

"Oh thank you! YOU are so nice! Did you need to tell me somethig else?" I asked.

With a wide grin, he replied, "Nope. I've just been waiting a long time to tell you that."

It was so simple and small, but it made a huge impact on me.