Gee whiz, but time flies so fast these days!!! I can scarcely believe that it’s been nearly twenty-one days since my last post. Good gravy!
When last I posted, the new school year was about to begin. On Friday, we finished our third week.
Thus far, things are going swimmingly. To say I was nervous would be an understatement. Despite this being my sixth year, I still experienced anxiety in the days leading up to the 18th.
I am pleased to report that I am loving my classes. God has turned what was, potentially, a nightmare of a schedule into one with hidden blessings.
I always enjoy my students; however, the mixture of them in various classes doesn’t always work well. Personalities are that way, don’t you know. This year, though, the kids are getting along better.
There have been a few issues, to be sure, but what can you expect when you’ve got between fifty and sixty hormonal teenagers crossing your threshold each day. Still, considering all of that, things have gone well.
No matter how smoothly school goes, one thing doesn’t change.
There’s a crap-ton of it. I find myself bone-tired every day.
My students require a lot of hands-on assistance; putting papers into folders a certain way can take my students entire class periods.
I kid you not.
The first few weeks are all about teaching procedures and getting organized. I thrive on both…so do my kiddos once they learn the way I like things.
I’m trying hard not to bring work other than lesson planning home with me; however, I cannot seem to get caught up. That’s why I found myself, after the Auburn game yesterday, grading…
I read everything and leave comments all over the place. I want each student to feel special. Feedback and, more importantly, accountability, are very important…especially to my students…many of whom don’t experience much of either once they leave school each day.
It’s exhausting though.
Molly felt my pain yesterday…
It was my full intention to finish my grading today…Sunday…after church.
God had a special message for me, though, spoken through one of our youth pastors who preached our sermon today.
We’re currently going through a series that mimics school subjects. Today’s topic was about Recess.
We were reminded about why God created the Sabbath…a day of rest.
Several things struck me as I listened.
First and foremost…God didn’t need to rest.
I don’t know why I’ve never considered that before. I mean, He is God, after all. He never grows weary.
I can be so slow sometimes.
God created the Sabbath to set a precedent for us. We are to set aside (keep holy) the seventh day (without getting legalistic, which the Pharisees did).
I needed this reminder to keep my time at home as work-free as possible. I started doing this last fall, and although I didn’t always get assignments graded the day after they were turned in, my students, surprisingly, understood and even empathized. God worked everything out, as He always does.
I will admit that I’m struggling, though…the pull to get something constructive done is strong. I already sent one email to my reading department…I just could not help myself.
As far as the rest of my day goes, I think I’ll cast on a new knitting project. I’m not playing in my Harry Potter House Cup this term. I stressed myself out this summer by committing to a lot of knitting-related projects and didn’t get to read as much as I wanted. Getting to knit without extra pressure of points will be good for me (by the way, Hufflepuff won the Cup this summer…which I played a role in).
Resting on the Sabbath is one of the Ten Commandments. My daily First5 Bible study is creating a renewal in my heart. The more time I spend reading God’s Word, reflecting, and praying, the more I want to live out His commands. He has been incredibly faithful in the tangible way He’s answering my prayers. I know that He will honor my efforts as I fight my inner overachieving nature to serve Him more diligently.