This is a repost of several years back. I thought it might be appropriate because as a former educator, Spring can bring out the worst in us. Kids tend to lose their minds causing teachers to just about lose theirs. Every December and May, I questioned my career choices. This year with a pandemic, this mood of craziness is worse. Teachers, heroes of the classroom, this is for you.
Repost: I am not going to lie: this has been one of the hardest school years of my life.
Since I am a middle school teacher, that’s how I measure time-by school years. I made the decision at the end of last year to change what I taught. I moved out of a gifted program with some kids who had become my heart to teaching 8th grade Reading. Our daughter got engaged, and pulling that surprise off was not easy task, and then she married, just last month. All in one school year. It was wonderful, but coupled with a new teaching situation, taxing. Nothing like learning to teach something new when you are, well, over 50.
Early on I felt God calling me back to the mission field this summer. As I have begun to make this preparation journey, it seems the enemy sat up and paid attention. Here’s the short list of minor and some more major issues:
*our truck that we are praying makes it alittle longer, actually, is, but on a trip back home from Tennessee, just as Robert pulled into our neighborhood, one of the wheels fell off. He was ok; major disaster diverted.
*our garage door and water heater had to be replaced since Christmas.
*taxes were ugly. Not even going to discuss that.
*was talking to one of my daughters about wedding rings, having those prongs checked and after 28 years, a prong on mine broke.
*had a flat tire on a major interstate in the rain. Let’s just say that I am living on borrowed time.
*my husband has had some back issues. Hopefully, these can be resolved, but so far, they may be a lifetime issue.
*my uncle, my second dad, died. He was 88, ready, and we had to help him go home. It was heartbreaking. Agonizing. Gut wrenching.
*there are other issues that have arisen that are private, but Satan has reminded me that he is alive and well. In some uncharted waters on some matters.
So, here I am, not wanting sympathy but just being real. I have had some of my best moments with the wedding of my daughter to my new son-in-law and my worst with the death of my second dad.
Friends, God is good all the time.
Here are some verses for those of us who need a little encouraging today:
And I am convinced that nothing can ever separate us from God’s love. Neither death nor life, neither angels nor demons,[b] neither our fears for today nor our worries about tomorrow—not even the powers of hell can separate us from God’s love. 39 No power in the sky above or in the earth below—indeed, nothing in all creation will ever be able to separate us from the love of God that is revealed in Christ Jesus our Lord. Romans 8:38-39
Whatever you do, work at it with all your heart, as working for the Lord, not for human masters. Colossians 3:23 (you do not have a human boss:)
Moses answered the people, “Do not be afraid. Stand firm and you will see the deliverance the LORD will bring you today. The Egyptians you see today you will never see again. Exodus 14:13 (Egyptians can take many forms)
You are my defender and protector; I put my hope in your promise. Psalm 119:114
For all my teacher friends, it’s finally MAY.
Nothing else matters but Jesus.