Dear Mrs. Smith,
Thank you for being my Sunday School teacher when I was in the sixth grade. I know you probably didn’t think it was a big deal at the time, but it was pretty huge to me. It was pretty huge because I knew that you wanted to be there. In fact, in that hour every Sunday morning, I knew there was no other place you’d rather be. There wasn’t exactly this one big thing that you did that made a huge impact on me. It was a bunch of little things that added up. And I want to say, “Thank You” for all those little things, because they added up big for me. First of all, thank you for sending me notes in the mail. This told me that not only were you there for me on Sundays, but you thought about me and prayed for me during the week. Thank you for staying after Sunday School multiple times to talk to me, especially when my grandfather was diagnosed with cancer. Thank you for making me feel important by not rushing off right after Sunday School, but instead for taking the time to listen to me. Thank you for taking the time and effort to look at me while I was pouring out my thoughts. Most of all, thank you for stopping and praying with me during those after Sunday School talks. Thank you for loving the Lord, because your teaching was an overflow of what was in your heart. And what was in your heart was pure gold. Even after I “graduated” from your class, I still knew you were there and you cared. Thank you.
Growing up, I had excellent parents who taught me about God and gave me a great example to live by. However, it was such a blessing to have people like you in my life, Mrs. Smith. You inspired me to read my Bible and to pray. I know that you are a big part of the reason why I now hold Sunday School in such high regard. Teaching Sunday School and working with children in small groups is one of my favorite things to do, and it’s because you planted that seed in my heart. You showed me the importance of godly grown-ups who care giving their time to children. So, thank you…a million times over…thank you.
With lots of love,
I wanted to write this and post it here first of all, because I really did (and still do) love Mrs. Smith. But also, Mrs. Smith shaped much of my walk with the Lord. I know that she shaped the way I work with and minister to children, and she cared for me at a time when my shy self really needed it. I wanted to write this also because I see this at Lonoke right now every Sunday and every Wednesday night with our Sunday School teachers and small group leaders. I see a room full of people who really care about children and love the Lord, taking that hour out of their week to make a difference and point kids to God. It’s hard to know what you’re doing in the midst of it all, but I hope that my letter to Mrs. Smith gives you encouragement. I doubt that she really knows what she meant to me and the extent of what she did in my life, but I am forever thankful to God for placing her in my life at that time, for that season. I am grateful that she was willing to be that vessel for the Lord.