Blessings

Last Saturday we attended church and braced ourselves for a difficult time with Ryan. He has been going through a phase where he screams bloody murder in his preschool and we get paged out of church. So this time we decided to take him into "big church," which worked for a bit. When he started getting too antsy I walked him over to the preschool class, thinking that maybe I could stay in with him and get him laughing. That ultimately didn't work, but we did have a silver lining in the cloud that night.

We walked into the classroom filled with three and four-year-olds playing with all types of toys. Ryan immediately started slapping himself in the face, screaming and crying. All the kids stopped playing and stared at him like he had an infectious disease. Then from across the room I heard a sweet little voice calling "Ryan! Ryan!" It was the precious little daughter of a friend of mine. She ran over to him and started saying, "Ryan, did you get an owie on your nose? Are you okay? Do you want to play?" I seriously felt tears come to my eyes at her kindness. She didn't see some weird kid with problems; she just saw her buddy.

I am SO thankful for this little angel and her compassion!