I need to be honest and admit I’ve been really grumpy lately. It’s been hard to get out of bed most mornings. Between the cold weather and the challenges of my job, I would rather stay safe and warm under my covers.
I switched to a new school this year, and it’s been challenging to say the least. Most of my kiddos are facing things outside of school no child should ever have to endure. With that being said, my job as their teacher is hard. Most days teaching them (trying to teach them) the academics seems like I’m doing them a disservice and not addressing their real needs. Some days I feel like I can’t or don’t want to do it. My best friend, Gwyn, always reminds me, “If not you, then who.”
In the midst of my struggle, I sat with a student yesterday and encouraged her with her math. I assured her, “You can do this. You are getting bits and pieces of it. Don’t give up. I can see that you are giving up before we start. If you stick with it, I know you are going to get this.”
As I sat with her, I heard the words coming out of my mouth and realized they were addressed to me as much as they were to her. It amazes me even in the middle of all my craziness that I might forget to turn to God (the only guy I should be turning to), but He doesn’t forget about me. I’m grateful for gentle reminders that God is with me.