So can I just tell you I've had one of those nights where I realize God has everything going on for  a reason? I just love having little moments that are seemingly insignificant to others, but touch my heart. 

Tonight was my final night with my 1st and 2nd grade Pioneer Girls. They had their little awards ceremony, and my entire class will be moving on to the next age group in the fall. Well, Emma has been my "challenging" child. ALL. YEAR. LONG. She is not a malicious girl and she doesn't irritate people intentionally, she just has a SEVERE issue with her attention span and listening skills. Oh yeah, and she doesn't know how to sit still for more than three seconds. No lie. In her defense, she has the biggest heart and loves to love people. Honestly she has the best intentions, but she was a handful for me none the less. Anyways, I'm not sure if you noticed in my pic with my tattoo, there are some pretty significant scars running the length of my arm. Usually I'm pretty good about keeping them covered when I'm around the kids, but tonight I forgot my jacket. So I'm sitting through the ceremony with my class, Emma is the only child on my left because she needs to be reminded to sit. She picks up my left hand and starts playing with my nails. She asks "are those real or are they yours?". I smile to myself and let her know that they are really mine. She continues to sit there and amuse herself with my nails, but then I hear her little voice gasp, and she says "What happened to your arm?". "I got hurt" I said. She whispers a simple "Oh", and rests her head down on my scars and rubs my arm. She stayed still like that for the remainder of the service. 

It's moments like those that God reminds me that sometimes my biggest challenges will be my most beautiful rewards.