Life flows along like a seemingly endless pathway
weaving threads of different colors and textures.
Some times I am suddenly drawn back to a previous time
and my heart thrills with the reminder
that yesterday, today and tomorrow are all part of the same path.
Let me share with you what happened.
Everyone dressed up
sitting in the pew.
Bigger crowd than usual.
We got to the part of the service
when we turn to greet the ones around us.
I turned to the right
shook a few hands
then to the left
and greeted some more.
Then I sat down preparing for the next part of the service.
Voices began to quiet
and then I heard a voice from behind speak my name.
“Happy Easter, Miss Brani.”
I glanced over my right shoulder
and noticed a man with his hand outstretched towards me.
“Oh, thank you,” I smiled reaching back to shake his hand.
His eyes met mine
and for just a second I was reminded of him as my first grade student.
Marvelous memories of those days so long ago.
I swallowed my deep feelings before I spoke.
“Happy Easter,” I whispered back.
Yes, he was still my boy.
The years have come and gone
but those first graders have a forever place in my heart.
That short interaction was golden to me.
Just as suddenly it was announced in church
that another of my former students had been tragically killed.
My thoughts went back
way back to my first year teaching in Virginia.
He sat close to the windows.
Last one in the row.
We got the largest desk for him
he was that tall.
Always kind and respectful.
As the church sang the Easter hymn
my heart beat for my dear first graders.
You, boys and girls, gave me so much joy back then
and still do.
We are still connected through the years
by a love that does not change.
And surely I am with you always, to the very end of the age. Matthew 28:20
The years may come and go
but His Love for us never changes.
In a very small way
I understand. Yes, I think I can understand.