The last few weeks have been overwhelming to say the least. A group of 18 five year old children have been a constant source of joy for me! I'm convinced I have the greatest job on earth...... so much sweetness, eagerness, potential and innocence packed into one classroom. I'm thankful for this privilege as I grieve the loss of my Dad and consider life without him. Even this past week, one student commented, "I hope your Dad is feeling better." I assured her that he is all better now! Teaching has been a comfort, distraction, focus, and worthwhile task as I've reflected on childhood and Dad's influence in my life. While there have been times when the comment, "You're just like your Dad," hit me in the wrong way, I find it to be the highest praise right now.
In the recent months, the Lord has opened my eyes to extreme poverty, profound hopelessness and now deep sorrow. In the midst of it all, he has shown his loving kindness to our family through his people. My thoughts remain a jumbled/swirling mess and my dreams continue to be a wild ride that don't make sense. Still, three things have remained constant for me: the Lord has provided faithfully and abundantly, our family has been knit together stronger than ever and my students have shown up each day ready for the exciting prospect of learning about the world around them. There has been no profound way to grieve. The simple task of waking up and starting the day has been a meaningful process of healing for me! I'm excited to begin another week with my precious students tomorrow.
Continuing to pray for you, Lizzie! Love you.
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