Processing My Powerlessness

I was reminded this week, more than once, how very powerless we all really are.  For many like me, the feeling of being out of control is something I have battled internally for years.  We sometimes vow, to  never again feel such chaos or vulnerability again.  And we fight the feeling when it tries to seep through our protective walls.

I think of  my students and those I've had...  Ages 7, 8, and 9. They are the age when innocence decreases and eyes widen to the  realness of the world around them.  Some recognize the dysfunction.  Others see it as the norm.
I believe children are the most dependent in our society.  They have very little ability to make significant decisions that can change their comfort level, safety, and fulfillment level at this point.  They must trust others, the ones in charge, to make the decisions that will meet their needs.  What they know and do, is cry out, in words or actions,  until someone responds to what they need the most.

Sometimes it  takes a while.

Sometimes they get louder.

Sometimes it gets messier before better and they get cared for.

And often the process is daily.

Jesus said we are to become like little children.  We, too, are to admit we are in need of something more. We, too, should cry out, admitting our powerlessness and internal chaos so Jesus can take us "in his arms, place His hands on their (our) heads, and be blessed."

Perhaps remembering this will make me a better, more understanding teacher.  But more importantly, perhaps remember this, will help keep me better connected to the One who awaits  my childlike trust in Him.