Finding God's Winning Spirit

Thanks Mrs. Bottoms

January 30, 2015 | Greg Smith | Devotional


Some twenty years ago Mrs. Bottoms, my kindergarten teacher, impacted my life – she mailed me my kindergarten class-picture from 1956.  Mrs. Bottoms was a great teacher and we all believed she was the most loving adult outside our own parents.  I can remember some years later my respect for her only grew as when asked by a friend of mine if I was a problem in her class she smiled and said, “Greg was never a problem he just had too much personality for a small body.”  She had my back!

I still remember the day I received that picture. I spent a few minutes examining the photo trying to call the names of my childhood friends then stuck the picture under some papers on my desk.  Surprisingly, I found myself occasionally digging that picture out the rest of the day; something seemed to be drawing me, almost calling me to that picture.  It was kind of spooky.  I realized it was that five-year old boy in the back row in the V-neck sweater wearing that goofy bow tie.  It was that old picture of me calling me.

I sat mesmerized by that five-year-old’s smiling face, wanting to talk to him. I wanted to ask him about his thoughts, his dreams and even his fears. I wondered if he was happy. Did he feel loved by his parents, was he secure in their love, did he love himself? As I continued to gaze at that innocent face I realized that those things did not matter to him. He was probably impatient to get outside and play or line up for snack time. He was not worried about such things because he was blessed. He had a mother and father who loved, nurtured and watched over him.

It struck me that behind those innocent eyes there was no stress and worry. I remember thinking how nice it must have been living with the assurance that all was well – knowing that no matter what happened someone was always there to love and protect me. 

Mrs. Bottoms impacted my life this particular day because that little boy finally spoke to me. He whispered to me that nothing has changed and even though I am now over 60, I am forever blessed. That even though I am an adult I am still a child – a child of God. That no matter what happens; I am loved, nurtured and watched over still.


Let the children come to me. Don’t stop them! For the Kingdom of Heaven belongs to those who are like these children.”  Matthew 19:14 

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