Where does your security come from?

The month of March just flew by. I knew it was going to be really busy, but somehow, it passed by in a blur. We had Stanford testing to get through and then the Praise Concert at school. The entire school did an amazing job glorifying our Saviour!

Anyway, I often have to remind myself that my security comes from Jesus not _______ (fill in the blank). I also know that my security in who I am does not come from first graders. For example, at recess this week:

"Miss Peeler, can you do cartwheels?"

My response: Not any more

"Why, are you too large?"

Um no, do you think I am?

YES was the emphatic response. In the child's defense, they thought they were too big and they weighed 75 pounds. So logically I must be too large as well!

Then again today:

You must know that I have ladybugs all over my class door with each child's name on one. Miss Peeler, you need to put your name on the big lady bug in the center. We know it's you cuz it's so big, it's squashing the flower it's on.

I joked to some coworkers that while I don't think I've gained any weight, but kids must think that I have. They in kind responded that my kids must have gotten the words tall and large mixed up. Let's hope so!

I'm so thankful that my security lies in Christ, and I don't have to prove myself to anyone but him. And of course in him, I'm completely accepted. Praise God for that!