Mean Kid

There’s a kid in my 8-year-old’s class who is mean to my son. Last year, he made him stand in a red ant pile and laughed as they bit him. This year, he’s made fun of his clothes, excluded him, and just plain annoyed him. The other day, I went to pick Al up from school. The kids came over to give me hugs and fill me in on Al’s day. The mean kid came by talking about a swimming party he was having. Another kid asked if Al was invited. The mean kid began making excuses why Al couldn’t come. So, I told him I probably wouldn’t let Al come anyway, because I don’t let him play with mean kids! My heart broke for my son while my anger rose towards the mean kid. I’ve really prayed for my son Al alot this week. He’s a young 8-year-old…I spoil him because my husband and I tried to have children for 6 and a half years before God gave us Al, our miracle baby. He’s extremely imaginative and can carry on a conversation with himself for quite awhile…he’s precious. Feeling sorry for Al, I began to think how God’s heart breaks for us. We are God’s children…imagine how it sorrows Him to see our enemy attack us. The devil’s a mean kid! When you’re under attack, run to the Father. He will protect you. When the devil’s being mean, stand firm and know that your Father is greater and more powerful than him. Don’t let the mean kid get the best of you.