Tuesday, January 11, 2005
A child’s heart
As I was driving to work this morning, a little girl who could not have been any older than 6 years old was walking with her mother. The little girl with a yellow rain jacket on and yellow rain boots was waving to a school bus. This was no normal wave; this was a wave of excitement, a wave that said I am happy to see you, a wave of joy. The same school bus, which gave the girl joy to see, was the same bus that was causing annoyance within me. The same school bus that was driving slower than the speed limit and causing me to be late to work. In this moment, who had the better heart?
As I was driving to work this morning, a little girl who could not have been any older than 6 years old was walking with her mother. The little girl with a yellow rain jacket on and yellow rain boots was waving to a school bus. This was no normal wave; this was a wave of excitement, a wave that said I am happy to see you, a wave of joy. The same school bus, which gave the girl joy to see, was the same bus that was causing annoyance within me. The same school bus that was driving slower than the speed limit and causing me to be late to work. In this moment, who had the better heart?
