It was in a restaurant parking lot, sitting perfectly parallel to the yellow line of a parking space. How did one child’s clog end up here? I have my own theory, but will leave room for your thoughts, kind reader.
Since I work with children as an educational administrator, my initial sentiment was, “Somewhere out there a kid is feeling uncomfortable right now.”
Maybe mom just noticed her five-year-old hobbling into a local Walmart on one shoe. “Where is your other one?!” she says. “I just bought you that pair of clogs; do I look like I’m made of money?”
As usual, my metaphorical wheels were spinning. What message does a perfectly parked children’s clog convey?
It makes me think of how kids often leave things behind at school–coats and hoodies, lunch boxes and water bottles, and single shoes. (Did they not realize something was off when they walked out of here?)
Every long summer break, some students also leave a part of themselves behind at school. Frankly, the schoolhouse is the safest and most accepting place they know. There they are taught, fed, and encouraged to be a part of something bigger than themselves. Yes, this is what educational institutions are supposed to do, but society plays a part as well.
It takes a village to raise a child.
African proverb
How are we doing?
It depends how you look at it. I know this: somewhere out there a kid is feeling uncomfortable right now, and it may not be their fault.
So, what else can we do?
I have my own theory, but will again leave room for your thoughts, kind reader.
Whoever receives one such child in my name receives me, and whoever receives me, receives not me but him who sent me.
Mark 9:37
Thank you for reading. 🙏❤️ prayers and love.
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