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As I read a devotional that someone sent to me, I thought of the Sunday school teacher I had when I was young.  I wondered if she was still alive and thought how nice it would be to talk to her once more.  There are so many things I would love to tell her about my life.  More than anything, I would love to let her know what a difference she made in my life and say thank you.

I grew up in the late sixties and early seventies in a small southern town, when the world was still a safe place for a child.  My mother never took me to church, as a matter of fact; no one in my family went.  There was a Baptist church a couple of blocks down the street.   I can't remember the first time I went or how I knew I was supposed to go, but I remember knowing I should go to church.  When I was eight years old, I got up on a Sunday morning and put on a frilly dress that Mother bought for me.  I put on black patton leather shoes and shined them with a biscuit.  Yes, I said biscuit.  I guess the lard in the biscuits made the shoes shine.  I went out my door, down the street and on to church.  

At church I can remember everyone asking, "Who brought you little girl?’  I just said “me”.  “Me brought me”.  I didn't know at the time, but now I realize that ‘God brought me’.  I stayed at that same church until I was sixteen.  My Sunday school teacher from the age of twelve to sixteen was Mrs. Worthington.  She was so kind and, looking back, she was also very wise.  This was a time before kids were taught, "just say no", or even what it was they were supposed to say “no” to.  The one thing that Mrs. Worthington taught me that stuck was "God loves you so much, you are so special to Him".

I was baptized at the age of twelve.  You know what a special occasion a child being baptized is when you are in church, in Christ.  If you can remember your baptism, you remember that there were some things you needed a little help with, a little encouragement with.  Someone had to tell you about the change of clothes and the hair dryer.  Since my family didn’t go to church, my mother wasn’t there to help me with this.  But I did have Mrs. Worthington right there saying, "Praise God and Hallelujah" and encouraging me.

After I left church, and left God, in my late teens and early adulthood, so many times I fell back on things I heard in that Sunday school class.  The phrase,  " God loves you more than anything", pulled me out of many dark times.  When I felt really worthless and fell into depression, this one phrase was a sure thing that I held on to.

If you are a teacher, thank you.  There are so many like me who would love to thank the Sunday school teachers of their youth.  Be encouraged and know you will be rewarded someday – in heaven and perhaps even here.  When you are older a young man or woman may come to you and say. "Remember me, thanks for making a difference in my life".

If you are thinking of becoming a teacher, pray about it first.  That's always a good idea, you know.  When God gives you the go ahead, go for it.  If you love the Lord, you are qualified.  He will put His words in your mouth.  He will give you His strength. 

Judy
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