My Teacher - My Angel


A hurting little girl confided in her teacher today.   Evil must exist because it is the only explanation for why an adult would hurt a tender innocent child. The ugliness of the world found my school today.

I know what to do when evil finds my school.  I know the phone calls to make and process to follow.   I know how to comfort the teacher and how to facilitate the situation with families.   I will always protect my children.  What most people don't know is that after all the teachers leave,  I close my office door and cry because children are not suppose to hurt in such unspeakable ways.

I use to grab my steering wheel on the way home from school and cry out, "Why God why?"   I demanded to know why such horrific situations would find a child.   Time has taught me that God doesn't cause children to hurt.  An evil so ugly is the only explanation to explain abuse and neglect.

God was at school today.  The Lord put the teacher at the very spot to make sure the child found a safe person.  Her teacher listened and hid the pain in her heart from showing on her face.  A tender little girl knew her teacher would be there to help.

The teacher sat with her student as the little girl met with the police.   The child trusted the police officer because her teacher was with her.  God sent the right police officer who knew how to ask the ugly questions in a sensitive way to keep the little girl safe.

I have worked with this teacher and police officer for many years.  What they did today takes courage.  They comforted a hurting little girl.   After the little girl returned to class I could see the pain in their eyes.  Evil will loose today, because God sent a teacher and a police officer to protect a little girl.

Good overcame evil today because God put a teacher and a police officer on the path of a hurting girl.  Good overcame evil today because a teacher stood by her student as a police officer asked the ugliest of questions.

Children will always teach me more than I will teach them.  A simple hurting girl showed us courage today.  A nurturing teacher held her heart.  A protective police officer showed her that she would be safe.  The Lord sent a teacher today to save a hurting little girl.

God was at school today and evil cowered back into the shadows. 

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