|May Day 2011|
This little act of kindness and remembrance does wonders for my soul. This has been a very long year. I am weary of the daily battle to reach and teach those who don't want to be reached and taught. I am weary of behaviors that leave everyone feeling ragged and worn. I am weary of working my fingers to the bone, my mind to the brink of insanity, and the daily efforts to save the lost, who don't care to be saved. This May Day, I needed my May basket from two girls who reminded me that I made a difference in their lives.
Sometimes I need a reminder that the work I am doing is the work I am meant to do, and that there is a reason I am doing it. It isn't just for a paycheck, or to become well known or famous. I am doing the work I do because it's what I do best. It's work that I find stimulating, engaging, challenging, and sometimes frightening. I begin each day praying that God will help me be the teacher I need to be for each individual student. I am challenged each day to make that happen. It isn't easy, but it's never boring! It's what I love.
When former students take the time to come visit, or ask to volunteer in my classroom, or remember me with a May basket, it reinforces the rightness of what I do. I am shaping the future, one student at a time. As this is just a little scary to think about, I'll be praying ceaselessly!