It was so heartwarming to walk into sunday school class today to have 9 cheery faces looking up as I enter the door. Shouts of "Happy Teachers Day!" fill the air as it dawns upon me that that day is here again. Yet this year, I'm standing on the other side of the line, receiving. That sweetness piercing my heart like an arrow and melting it. Couldn't help but be infected by the joys of the little children yet again even as they press little gifts into my hands.

It's almost slipped my mind, the significance of this day, fading away with the old uniforms still hanging in my closet. And still I recall the days back then when I was the one pressing gifts into the hands of my teachers, delighted when I saw their faces light up.

A mellifluous joy indeed, one that by the grace of the LORD, flows through the hearts of the little children, straight into mine. I can't help but think about how much time I have left with them, these angelic yet cheeky faces that brighten up each of my Sundays. And I know that even as I embark on my new journey, those little smiles will always remind me of HIS love and strength.