A Tear-Stained Face

Tristan, a 3rd grade boy, came to me sobbing. I could barely make out his words: "Ms. Jackie, I can't find it. My mom's goin' to kill me, no really kill me." I squatted down to his level, hugged him, and gently asked him what was missing - his backpack. I quietly asked, "Tristan, what do we do when we need help?" In between his tears, he sobbed, "pray". So we prayed to our King who knew where that backpack was - me hugging him, his head resting on my shoulders wetting my shirt. A few short minutes later, the backpack was found - in a place where Tristan had sworn he had looked in before. His tear-stained face was illluminated by a radiant big smile, "Thanks, God!" What a great "Godspot" experience for Tristan to know that he can go to God whenever and trust God to show up!