A friend was telling me a story today that brought me to my knees, in tears and I want to share it here with you (with her permission of course). Her little girl is 8, we’ll call her Lil Laney here. Last night Lil Laney confided in Mama – through huge crocodile tears, about a heartbreaking thing that had happened at school. Apparently for weeks they’ve been preparing and decoration eggs. They all got to decorate their own basket. The thought was that the children could put an egg in the basket of someone they admired.
Suddenly I am 8 again and the schoolyard bully, Trina, who has pushed me down at least once a week since kindergarten comes to mind…and Danny, the boy with one artificial eye who the kids tease and I stand up for…the day Trina took after Christine and I stood between them on the corner by Cocoa’s house! I stood. The Mama Bear in me is rising up. I wonder what this teacher was thinking when she thought up this plan. If she’s sensitive at all to the dynamics of her classroom, she would know that some children would get more eggs than others and wouldn’t this set someone up for terrible disappointment? Doesn’t this sort of thing feed into our culture of the prettiest, funniest and the best getting all the eggs in life?!
Lil Laney is a daughter of the King and she set her heart to making every student in the class an egg, even the ones that were mean to her. A week went by and with anticipation, everyday Lil Laney would go to her basket to see how many eggs she had. She would walk by the other children’s baskets, noticing they all had eggs, no less than three, some as many as 7. Lil Laney did not despair, she somehow managed to gain the
it took to speak to her teacher about the fact that she had no eggs in her basket. Said teacher had her stand up in front of the entire class and tell them that she had no eggs in her basket and this made her sad, the teacher asked the students to please put some eggs in Lil Laney’s basket. More time passed. No eggs. Not even the teacher made an egg for Lil Laney. Friday it was time to take the baskets home, with pride.
Lil Laney lefts hers at school with not an egg in her basket, what was the point?
All day she must have quietly pondered why no one had given her an egg. Rejection. All day she must have thought about the message those children sent to her with their deafening silence. Unworthiness. All day the enemy must have laughed with glee at her plight…and poured out the lies that he so favors upon the heart of this precious child.
Lies. All LIES.
That little girl is the gem of the Father’s heart. She is talented. She is lovely; Psalm 45:11 says that the King is enthralled by her beauty! She has a heart that runs after the God she loves! He hears her song, and it entices Him, invites Him and fills Him with Joy. One little girl fills the heart of the Father with so much joy that it overflows onto others! Her light shines so bright because His light is within. She wears a crown of beauty and God hand painted her, painstakingly he thought about every intricate detail! She is accepted. She is worthy. She is loved beyond measure. Her heavenly basket if full of eggs! God holds your basket; it is safe with Him Lil Laney. Life isn’t always fair. I’m so sorry you had to feel this disappointment and hurt. I wish I could give you a great big hug! Here is my basket for you…and on each egg, these words (and so many more);
Love. Grace. Heart. Beauty. Gentleness. Song. Crown of Peace. Joy. Compassion.
With this basket, I can’t take away your heartache,
but maybe I can help you to see the truth!
God loves you.
You are special, unique and He created you with a purpose!
Don’t let the unkindness of others change who you are inside.
From my heart to yours, with love Lil Laney…