The days are long. I am not used to working with families that "have". The children do not understand me... but God, I am not a teacher...
I am willing to guess that 2/3rds of my class is ADD, or a close variant. Their attention span is about five minutes... oh dear God, I am not a teacher...
A child comes to my desk. She has made me a heart... this is for you Mrs. Pat. (Meez Pat). I smile.
I spent last Saturday working at the hospital and one of my little girls came in. She had been very ill, she jumped in my arms and hugged me when she saw me... but God...
A dear friend emailed me... "with time it will become more common place and you will roll with things. You are just learning even more about letting go and hanging on to God like you've never done." but....
I will always be a nurse, and work beyond that when He allows, letting God use me where he wants me... but here Lord?
Three weeks down. Lesson plans to make this weekend and start planning for two weeks of clinics and classes... wait, did I say classes? I HAVE been teaching... midwives, nurses, and yes, children. Yes, God I asked you to use me where ever, and now you are holding me to it.
Today one of my overly active ones was making me ready to pull my hair out... and then it happened. He came up behind me and hugged me as tight as he could. Most days I don't understand a word they say and I am sure they don't understand me. But if I can share love and Jesus with them, we can learn together.
Yes, God I am a teacher....
New Living Translation (©2007)
Children are a gift from the LORD; they are a reward from him.
