Thanksgiving Reflections: Grab Hold of His Hand
We had a fire drill at work today. No big deal...we have one every month. Today, it happened at noon, while the children were eating lunch. As taught, I grabbed my keys and headed outside to the playground. Holly, our site coordinator, directed me toward the toddler classroom door. "Please help with the little ones!" As I approached the opening door, a swarm of little faces greeted me. Joshua and Jacob each grabbed one of my outstretched hands and I led them away from the building. The boys wore lunch bibs, with messy faces and sticky fingers. Joshua held tight to my hand as we walked, while Jacob tried to wriggle free. "Play, play!" he shouted. As I picked him up, I reassured both tots that they would soon be back to their regular routine. Jacob wanted down to walk, so I put him on his feet and took his small hand in mine once again. Within a few steps, my wayward one stopped and sat down on the sidewalk. We slowly made our way to the fence line, my lit...