one of those days

feed me...feed me...

In the world of teaching middle-schoolers, it was one of those days.  Seemed like all of the best laid plans just weren’t working!  We’re in the middle of a big research paper and project, mix that with all sorts of technology, and sixth-graders learning to write {what’s a thesis sentence?!?!?}, most coming prepared to write, while others just don’t want to think –I point to the pictures of the baby birds posted on my board — their reminder “it’s time to learn to fly”.

Isn’t it interesting that the children aren’t the only ones who receive lessons from school?

ready to fledge

As I sat down to grab a few seconds before the next round of questions {where do I put the citations in my paper?  how many paragraphs? is this a good detail?  should I put this stuff about her being a kid before this stuff about her going to college? do I need to use quotation marks here? – just to name a few!}, I looked at a little verse my sweet man shared with me a few days ago and I had thought to write it down and put it where I could see it at my desk  . . .

“I will refresh the weary and satisfy the faint.” ~ Jeremiah 31:25

. . .and just when I want to open that door to complain, I’m reminded of the One who understands better than anyone else the stress, the pressures, the expectations I can put on myself.  I close that door of whining and complaining, and decide to turn to Him who puts a song in my heart and puts the thoughts in my mind.  The teacher can see things from His perspective instead of the temptation to grumble.

I feel the presence of a little one standing close to my desk.  As I turn to look at the one with paper in hand, I smile and ready myself to answer  her question.  Only this time, there is no question.  This time the paper is not a rough draft of a research paper.  Instead, the smiling face hands me an acrostic poem that she had worked on since her paper had been turned in . . . the acrostic was my name, different words and phrases that sent encouragement to me.  But the best of all was the last description which ended with the phrase “child of God!”

The teacher learned a lesson from a student!

{Continuing to count my gifts  . . .}

About beegee10

I am a follower of Jesus on the journey of discovering His real, lasting joy through God's grace and thanksgiving. Several years ago, I married my best friend, whom I met in kindergarten many years ago. Life choices took each of us on separate paths, but Divine Appointment brought our paths back together. It's exciting to share this journey with my sweet man - a man who loves God more than he loves me! What a gift!! As a young woman I prayed for God to send a godly man like my daddy to pursue me. I just wasn't listening and abiding when I should have been. Good news in HIS time and in HIS grace, HE did! Not only does my sweet man love me, but he loves my three grown kids as if they were his own. He shares their joys and he hurts when they hurt. I love to hear him pray for each of them daily as we begin and end our days. View all posts by beegee10

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