Since I work in the front office of an elementary school, one of my morning duties is to write tardy slips for the kiddos who arrive late. Sometimes there is no one at all who didn’t make it on time and sometimes the line stretches out to the door. There are some children that we see only once or twice over an entire year and there are some we see weekly.
We get to know those frequent tardies so well, that we don’t even ask their names or teacher’s names anymore. There was a little boy last year who was one of those frequent fliers. He was in the office once or twice a week. He was in kindergarten and this year he’s moved up to first grade.
I haven’t seen him much at all this year.
Yesterday, the tardy bell rang and I din’t see anyone coming in late. I sat down at my desk and got to work on my to-do list. A few minutes later, that little boy from last year, came walking into the office on my side of the counter.
I asked him in a stern voice with a smile if he was just getting there. He told me he was finishing breakfast. I asked him what took him so long and he launched into a long story. When I got out a tardy slip, I asked him his name, because it was one of those crazy mornings, and it had simply slipped my mind.
He told me his first name and I immediately remembered his last. But, his next words stayed with me all day. He asked me in an annoyed tone: “Why don’t you know my name?”
It was a fair question. I’d written it a dozen times. I did know his name; I had just momentarily forgotten it. I laughed and told him I was old and doing the best I could. He laughed at that and he headed off to class.
I thought about that little guy all day with a chuckle. I thought about how he boldly asked me why I didn’t know his name.
It made me think about and give thanks for our God who does always know our names, our God who never forgets us, who never gets overwhelmed, who never get old and never changes.
The Bible tells us, “For you created my inmost being; you knit me together in my mother’s womb. I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made.” Psalm 138:13-14
In Luke 12:7, Jesus tells us the very hairs on our heads are numbered. That doesn’t point to a far away or distant God. That points to an active and involved God.
Yesterday, a little boy reminded me of how blessed we are to be known and loved by our Creator. Perhaps you needed reminding too!
Have an awesome day!