One of my fondest memories, and youngest in school was in kindergarten. I had a teacher. .. who taught. .. not only the material at the time for kindergardener’s but for every age and all of life. It was quiz time. We were instructed to do the best we could to answer the questions on our paper and be good and not look at our neighbors. The classroom grew quiet and all little heads looked down and began. The quiet disturbed me. .. and I don’t recall feeling like I didn’t know the answers but. .. curious. My head turned and sought out my neighbors paper. I felt a hand. .. gentle yet firm on top my head and it turned it back to my paper. I remember the heat of embarrassment crawl to my hair and saw my teacher walking on by out of the corner of my vision. I began again. .. answered my questions and set down my pencil. “There, I thought now she won’t think I’m cheating.” Again my head gravitated to the right. And again, without a word, the hand, the turn and the sight of my teacher out of the corner of my eye. I stared at my paper for quite some time. Bored. .. Again my head turned to the right and again. .. the hand, the turn but this time no view of the teacher. She stayed behind me but I didn’t realize. .. My head began to turn, the hand corrected; my head turned again, the hand corrected. I got the point. The teacher gathered all the papers and class resumed. She never spoke a word. .. Never gave me a look of admonishment. .. she just taught. That memory stays with me always. I get a keen sense of that teacher in Adonai often. He doesn’t say anything. .. He just “turns my head”…stays behind me and keeps turning it until I get it and continues to teach. Sometimes He’s turning my head continually to keep my eyes on Him as I get bored and want to see what’s seemingly behind Him (usually it’s what’s ahead of me, the sense of wanting to see around Him for “security”). Sometimes it’s keeping my eyes and heart from comparing myself to someone else. .. so He turns my head back to “my own paper”. Sometimes it’s just curiosity about things. ..anything but what’s in front of me. .. and gently, lovingly, firmly He turns my head. Sometimes it’s because I’m being tested to sin. .. and the hand is firm so very firm and the grip last just a little longer than the turning of my head. At other times its that I’m focusing too much on my hurts and discomforts and the Hand tips my chin up to Him.
Elohim is a real “head turner” and I for one am grateful, for that teacher in kindergarten who prepared me well to understand the feeling of love from Above. .. how He used her to prep me for His Hand on my wandering head. .. His shepherding! Every single one of us has some place inside our memories that points to His prepping us for the Shepherd to herd us into His fold. .. ask Him today to show you where yours is. .. and watch the past become present and future in His presence!
Grace and peace in Yeshua the Messiah