Life just seems to get in the way. It sneaks in and steals that perfect peace.
It has been so long since I posted. I think I will get it done every day of two but life happens and it wears me out.
When I last posted school was just getting started and I talked about the twenty-four year olds I have in my class who consume so much of my energy.
We have really become a family in this six-weeks that school has been in session. Where did that six-weeks go? They have learned to respect and love me and I have grown to love and respect them for who they are.
It always amazes me how God hand picks each child to be in my class. At the end of a school year I start praying that God will put the children in my next class that need to be there. I have learned that it is not always the child that needs me, it is sometimes me that needs that particular child.
I learned this lesson early on in my teaching career. The year my Dad was ill and died I had Moses in my class. I do believe he was an angel sent from God to minister to me to get me through a most difficult time in my life. This is when Romans 8:28 is very evident.
Moses was a most sweet Spirit. His smile melted my heart. He was a tiny 3 years old at the time but he had a mature wisdom about him. He started asking me about where my Daddy was. This was on his own, I had not mentioned my Dad to him. Every day he would ask about my Dad. He just seemed to be intrigued about him. He would say, “Do you live with your Dad?” “Where is your Dad?”, “How is your Dad?” God sent this little soul to minister to me to help me survive the death of my Dad.
God always sends the right thing into our life to help us through. Maybe it is His most Holy and High word that we read from the scriptures. Maybe it is a precious young Spirit He sends into our lives. Maybe it is a mission trip to Zambia. Maybe it is just a kind word from another person. Maybe He puts on our hearts to go to the Nursing Home to visit a dear sweet sister in Christ who is in her last days of life. Maybe it is a letter in the mail from your son who is in prison. Maybe it is just being thankful that you are able to deal with life as it happens.