Truth

Yesterday at Church I taught

the Sunbeams in Primary.

 

If you aren't familiar with Primary,

it's specifically for children ages 3 to 11.

It's sort of like Sunday School,

except that there is a time frame where

the children meet together and have

a short message, greet visitors, celebrate birthdays

and sing.

Then they are excused to a class time which

is where a gospel related topic is taught.

 

The Sunbeams are three turning four years-old.

They are so cute and sweet and candid.

 

There were eight in my class,

and I had a friend come and help me

because teaching eight four-year-olds is a little daunting,

and I was just a substitute teacher. 

 

We got to our class time,

had a snack, and then it was time

for the lesson.

Each child was sitting in their child size chairs.

I said, "I need to get a chair, cause I'm little too."

One little boy, named Jack, said,

"No you're not ~ You are OLD!"

 

OUCH.

Okay, I'm old.

In fact to these children

I must appear ancient!

 

Truth is truth.

To them I am old.

Just like Irene Wilding was old when I was

a little girl.

And when I was a young mom with three children,

and lived next door to her,

she was older still.

And I loved her, because she first loved me.

 

Our lesson was on honesty.

I asked, "What does it mean to be honest?"

"Don't steal." yelled Jack.

"Tell the truth." said Izzie.

Both very true.

We made headbands that said,

"I can be honest."

Jack said, "I can't wear this,

headbands are for girls."

I told him it was more like a crown.

Later he told his mom,

"See my crown?  It says 'Don't Steal'."

 

Truth is truth.

Even when it hurts.

 

Truth doesn't change.

We can feel when something we've heard or seen is true.

We can't bend truth to fit our whims.

We can act against what we know is true,

but it doesn't change the truth.

 

Seek truth.

Live truth and you won't lose yourself.

 

Truth is truth.