It finally came to the face it needed to be discussed and that I would be the one talking to the bus driver. This woman that can only do what she can. This woman that is somehow supposed to safely drive all these kiddos while trying to make sure they behave. I get it. That's a tough job for serious. But something had to be said because my precious boy doesn't deserve being punched and for kids to be so mean.
All morning I felt stressed.
I did my shereadstruth devotional and as soon as I was done I was
Boom. He was really feeding me His words this morning.
By late morning, I again was feeling the stress of it. I was so anxious I grabbed that bag of peanut M&Ms and smashed them. Not even thinking about it. And then 11:00 hit and I kept thinking what am I going to say? How do I present this in an effective, yet graceful way?
WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO SAY? To be the mother my son needs yet to speak with kindness.
My flesh wanted to say "who are these little bad kids hurting my son and where do they live so I can go beat up their mothers" talk about honesty -- you just received a huge does of it.
So I went outside before the bus got to our house and I prayed. I prayed for God to speak. I prayed that I didn't have to, that whatever came out of my mouth was from Him. I prayed Philippians 4:6. I prayed and prayed. And then sat quietly. The bus pulled up and tears were starting to build. And then He....oh gosh, isn't God just amazing?! How He just loves us so!!! He spoke for me. I don't even remember what was said -- but I do know she was a sweet as can be and was beyond understanding. She was helpful and we had mutual respect for each other.
Let me tell you people --- when you call on Him and act in faith -- He responds even in the little things...even in my messy motherhood.