Tasty

Normally I don't like to eat my words. But this time they taste pretty good. I blogged recently about the reaction of some Christians at private school to Grace's struggles. Maybe God saw that I was painting too broad a brush...

On Saturday we went with lots of other 3rd graders to see a live play. As we waited in line to go in, the mom of one of Melody's classmates turned and introduced herself to Grace. She looked Grace square in the eye and spoke of Melody's strong love for her mom. She described what a wonderful girl Melody is, how she loves her mom and Jesus. She talked of her joy in seeing Grace at school chapel previously and how much she wanted to meet her. Her words were genuine and Grace was touched by her welcome.

This mom happened to stand behind my husband and me for refreshments at intermission. She caught our attention and filled in why her heart is so drawn towards Grace. She had struggled as a teenager, run away from God and "gone crazy". She now walks in concert with her Savior. She wanted us to know her story and understand there is HOPE for Grace. Not only for Grace, but for her to fulfill her God-given place as mother for Melody.

So there are those who have suffered and know God's heart for the lost, even in private school. This precious mom brought balance to the school principle who congratulated us when we had to take custody of Melody (I guess cause we would get to see God work wonders) and the headmaster who turned away as soon as I gave an honest report on how Grace was doing. How many times have I reacted in the same superficial way to those fearful events in families around me?

I will gratefully eat my words today. They taste pretty good as I watch the sparkle and wonder in Grace's eye when she says "that mom was really nice - I like her". God's Hands at work...