It’s Saturday. The day arrives at the end of every week, full of promise and precious hours which aren’t already booked up with work from my day job. But this Saturday is different. Today, it’s not just the 24 hours which make up this day that loom in front of me, waiting to see how I will fill them – housework, errands, a walk, a book – it’s so much more. Today, the whole summer is spread before me, an open calendar of many days, each one like a Saturday, sewn together like the squares in a patchwork quilt. There is a lightness in my chest that wasn’t there last Saturday. It feels like freedom.
After the pandemic school year we just navigated, it’s very likely that teachers are not the only people who woke up feeling this way today. Parents have been juggling working from home (those lucky enough to be able to do that) and their children’s online school for months, and looking in from the other end of that camera, I have seen their challenges. I can image the city rise off the ground just a little this morning with the collective sigh.
On the floor of my kitchen, next to the box of plants I finally brought home from my vacant classroom, is a pile of gifts given to me by my students and their parents. Beautiful store-bought cards and precious handmade ones with crayon drawings communicate words of gratefulness and appreciation. My love tank is full.
Some people have mixed feelings about giving teachers end-of-year gifts, believing that they merely did their jobs; jobs they were well paid for. But, when one of your love languages is receiving words of affirmation, those gifts and cards fill this teacher’s bucket to the brim. And this year, with its additional challenges, they mean even more.
We don’t all have the same love languages, though, do we? Some people don’t desire those words of affirmation in the same way, and they don’t need the gifts; those teachers tell the families to donate a book to the classroom instead, or ask that they not send gifts at all. I feel especially bad for those teachers whose strongest love language is touch. This was a year that receiving hugs from our young students was not recommended.
As we go about following Christ’s command to love and serve others, it’s important to acknowledge Gary Chapman’s love languages. We don’t all receive love the same way. In addition to words of affirmation, receiving gifts, and physical touch, there are people who especially appreciate acts of service or quality time. While these love languages were first introduced to build stronger intimate relationships, they can be generalized as we spread God’s love to the people around us.

One way to respond, as we acknowledge our differing love languages, is to build relationships with people – learn about them and what makes them feel loved, and then show God’s love to them on an individual basis. Another way, when the recipient is someone we don’t know as well, is to randomly try the different approaches and monitor the responses. This can be a challenge because people who don’t have the love language of physical touch don’t always feel comfortable giving love that way to others. It’s out of our comfort zone to offer a hug or just touch someone’s arm or shoulder to let them know we care.
As I sit here with my feet up, feeling loved and appreciated, (my belly full because my husband just made a delicious breakfast for me – an appreciated act of service), I believe God wants us to help others feel this way too.
Father, thank You for all Your blessings. Thank You for the rain that waters the grass, trees and flowers today. Thank You for the love that You showed by sending Your Son to sacrifice His life for us. Help me to spread Your love to others. Show me the best way to do this for each individual that You want me to love. Help me to overcome my discomfort when it’s an approach I don’t naturally take. Help me to fill love tanks today. Amen.
Whose love tank can you fill this weekend?


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Another LOVELY blog! Nice you take the time to occasionally write. God is GOOD….all the time God is GOOD! You can really fill someone’s Love Tank with those words of encouragement….love you…
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Thanks, Mom. You continually fill my tank! 😊
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I am not sure what my love language is. It feels like I am a little of a few of them, but not completely any of them. lol!
Thank-you for what you have done and your fellow teachers this year to help our students learn. Thank-you for sharing your time, your love for learning and your passion to instill values and teach our children to believe in themselves and be the best they can be. Thank-you to all teachers out there who have been placed on the stage where parents could watch, listen and critique their performance. I can only imagine how hard that must have been for most of you.
I had an opportunity this year to offer different perspectives to my daughter in moments where something felt unfair. I had the chance to model grace for a teacher, and explain why a particular behaviour or response, initially misunderstood was ok. It was a good year, but it was a hard year. Thank-you for not giving up and continuing to offer your best to your students through it all.
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Thank you. We had a great group of parents who were very supportive the whole way through. What a difference that makes! And I acknowledge that this situation presented different challenges at other grade levels, and varied in its impact from teacher to teacher and student to student. What a year!! 😳
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Beautiful writing and yes, God is GOOD all the time, and all the time, God is GOOD.
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