This is the second in a series. First post is here.
A few years ago, when I was serving as a bishop, I had a wonderful, strange experience that I have only shared with a few people in my circle. And after this post, at least three more people will be in that ever-expanding circle.
It was Sunday morning, and we had just finished up the morning meetings – Bishopric, PEC, and Ward Council. I had just a few minutes to take a bathroom break before I needed to be back on the stand for Sacrament Meeting.
As I was standing at the urinal, taking care of business, a tiny boy came up behind me, wrapped both arms around my left leg and gave me a big hug.
“I love you Bishop.”
It was so sweet. And so awkward. I was mid-stream.
I quickly put my available hand on the boys head, turned him towards the door, and gave him a gentle shove.
“Thank you so much! I love you too. Wait for me in the hall and when I come out we can talk.”
The boy headed out the door, I quickly finished my business, washed up and went out to see my little friend.
He was gone. To this day I have absolutely no idea who the child was. But I do know that he loved his bishop.
Oh, I almost forgot – the itty-bitty true miracle? When I left the building that day, Child Services was NOT waiting for me.
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Hahahahaha so funny and…awkward!
That is awesome!
When I saw the urinal at the top of this post I thought, “this man never ceases to amaze me.” I wasn’t disappointed but I was surprised when it ended so abruptly.
Oh man, I really laughed with that one. Behold your little ones, indeed.
Thank you for sharing your itty-bitty miracles. In the rat race of life I sometimes forget to laugh, notice the miracles both big and small, and stop to smell the roses. Thanks for the reminder, MMM.
P.S. I’m a primary teacher for CTR4; nothing feels as good as when one of my little ones gives me an unsolicited hug, or drags Daddy or Mommy down the grocery aisles just so they can say “Hi” to their teacher. *tear*