Middle School Mystery Boy

Every day I travel to the middle school to mentor seventh grade band students, particularly brass players and percussionists. While I am in the middle school, students are eating lunch in the cafeteria as I arrive and as I leave. A precious girl, whom I met while volunteering at the food pantry, eats lunch everyday at the third table in the second row. Soon after we had met,  she began hollering and calling out my name as I walked by each morning. Eventually a sweet boy began to do the same. While I don’t know who he is, it melts my heart every day to hear him holler and wave at me as I leave. Some people brush this off as a habit that he’s acquired, or a way of simply being nice.. but I think it’s God’s beauty shining through his face. To know that I am thought of by a person who doesn’t even know me. Prayers and blessings for middle school mystery boy.