What Your Kids Have Taught You About Grace and Resilience

I thought I was the teacher.

Turns out… I’m the student more often than not.

I’ve watched a child who came from chaos learn how to self-regulate.

I’ve seen a kid who used to punch walls now ask for a hug.

I’ve heard apologies I never expected and witnessed growth that can only be explained by God.

These kids? They’re resilient.

Not because they wanted to be… but because they had to be.

And yet — they still love.

Still try.

Still hope.

That kind of courage humbles me.

It’s taught me that grace isn’t something I dispense from a position of power — it’s something I receive daily from the ones I thought I was saving.

God is using them to sanctify me.

To soften me.

To show me that resilience isn’t about toughness — it’s about rising again… with hope in hand.