The Fixer

Since this week the kids learned about Wind Instruments, this morning they made a trumpet. It was made by some papers and a whistle.
I explained the kids how to make it. I explained slowly and clearly. They watched me. They paid attention carefully. “Ok, can you do it, Kids?” I asked them after showing the steps to make it. “Yes, Miss Lian,” they said surely.
So I handed all the materials that are needed to make it. I walked around the class to notice what they did. Some of them did it well. Some of them asked for helping. But I encouraged them to do it by themselves.

As they had finished, they showed it to me. Those who could do it well could decorate the trumpet directly. But… Oolala.. Some kids broke it. They listened to my explanation before. They said that they could do it. But when they did it, they did not follow the steps that I taught before. So they got a broken trumpet.
But… as their teacher, I did not let them down with their broken trumpet. I tried to fix it. I taught them where the mistake was. I let them know what they supposed to do. Even I was quiet irritated with what they did, I did not let them down. I fixed their trumpet.
So, at the end, they did not bring a broken trumpet home, but the good one.

It makes me think about HIM.
I am not a good kid of HIM. HE always teaches me a good thing to do. HE always teaches what I’m supposed to do to make something easier. HE always teaches me to follow what HE said. But I use to choose my own way. I use to depend on my own strength. I use to believe on my own understanding.
That’s why, I break everything. I mess up the situation. I sink into my deepest sorrow… feel like nothing I can do to fix the situation. All I can do just look up and said, “Father, forgive me for not listening to YOU.”
And, HE never let me down. HE even never feels irritated. HE takes my hand. HE holds the situation. HE fixes everything for me.
So, at the end, I can be grateful and joyful for I don’t get the broken one, but the good one.

Thank you, Father.