My boy, Israel, just came home from public school - 3rd grade. He tearfully confessed to me that he "spelled out a bad word" to two other kids in class, and his teacher heard him.
He was bawling.
His first words after the confession were a sniffley, "Mama, I am *so glad* I got caught." And then more tears...
He's never really done anything wrong - nothing of this magnitude, anyways.
I was surprised, but SO proud of how he was handling it. God is at work!
Israel was sure to tell the recess teacher that he lost playtime, and he got shaky and sick to his stomach during lunchtime, just thinking about it. And he'll apologize to his teacher on Monday.
He said that he worries about becoming "bad, like most of the kids in class". I snuggled him and told him that Papa and I just would NEVER let that happen, so he doesn't need to stress!
He's asked me to wake him up early in the mornings so that he can spend time with God before school each day, and we had a great discussion about making faith His Own, rather than just a family thing.
I am so proud of him I could burst!
(Please excuse the lack of chair-back on the newly painted wall...my husby is a busy man. Home decorating goes pretty low on his priority list, regardless of how high it is on mine!)
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