This morning at church, we sang Little Drummer Boy.
I’ve sung this song more times than I can count, but today, something in the lyrics struck me.
First was the fact that the little boy didn’t think he had any gifts that measured up to the baby’s kingly status.
I identified with that feeling.
How many times do I compare myself to others?
It doesn’t take much for me to feel inadequate…a staff meeting…a passing comment made by a coworker…a blog post written by an educational guru.
As I moved beyond the first couple of lyrics, my reflections changed.
The little boy produces his drum, and plays for the baby, who smiles at him in return.
My gifts often feel so small.
I measure myself by what others do…or at least what they say they are doing.
I count myself unworthy because of who the recipient is.
God doesn’t care, though. He only cares that I use what He has given me.
I can’t say that I offer my students the same kinds of lessons that other teachers offer their students.
I can’t say that I serve in the same way that other Christians serve.
What I can say is that I wake up every day loving my children. I try to make sure they feel that love through texts, messages on social media, and regular voice-to-voice conversations.
My classroom lessons are concise and follow a logical sequence.
More importantly, though, my students are loved…from the band aids I provide to the “real talk” I engage them in…my gifts are time and the refusal to give in when the going gets tough.
Those are the gifts I lay before my King.
I hope that one day, He will smile at me too.