By Jill Krueger Wagner
He was a tall boy with curly blond hair. He lived in the
Mentor Headlands and rode my school bus. I learned that he had run away from
home and when he returned, I asked him why. He responded, “Mrs. Wagner, my
step-mom hates me.” Being a step-mom myself I told him, “Christopher sometimes
it’s hard for a step-parent to communicate their love to their step-children
but I’m sure she doesn’t hate you.” When he replied, “They didn’t even look for
me for three days,” my heart sank. I wished I could have taken him in my arms
and given him a big bear hug. That was when I decided to write him a poem to
tell him that he was special and there was a reason for his life. Once written,
I chose to give it out to the entire bus on the last day before Christmas vacation
so that he wasn’t singled out. I don’t know if he ever “got” the message but
since that time I have passed out that poem every Christmas season. Enjoy!
My
Gift to You
By Jill Krueger Wagner
I’d like to give a gift to you, but it can’t be
bought or sold. Still, it’s extremely valuable; it’s even worth more than gold.
For with it you can find happiness that no one can destroy. No matter what
life’s trial, this gift you’ll still enjoy. For this gift is the knowledge that
there was a reason for your birth. And no matter who tells you otherwise your
life has invaluable worth. So, when you’re feeling discouraged and you feel
like a castaway remember, you’re here for a reason, never be led astray. Self-pity
or an angry reaction to the trials in your life will destroy the work the
Creator is trying to do through the strife. So, trust He knows what He’s doing
and He will see you through. And remember; though He’s created billions - He
only made one just like you.
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