Over the course of the last 29-to-be years, I have taught in one private and five public schools. All of the public schools have been Title One, meaning high poverty schools. Each had its own set of challenges that I will blog about later, once I am able to fully process everything.
Years ago in the midst of some of those challenges, I wrestled with God: Why.am.I.here?! This is too hard! etc...etc......
Now I know why. For His children, life is a series of stages whereby He molds us for what is to come. I have a friend who feels God has forgotten about him because of where he is in his life. I have told him God is preparing him for the next stage, but I don't know that he listens(ed). Men tend not to.
I, on the other hand, know beyond a doubt that God has been preparing me all along for my next stage. I will be young (young is a relative term) when I retire, but I have teaching and cooking skills He can put to use somewhere. I know I will be working in some capacity with the disadvantaged. This morning a former student sent me this in a text message because he said it reminded him of me: Defending the less fortunate.
For now, as I prepare for my last dance to begin tomorrow, I think of "my boys". They need me this year to be whatever-they-need-me-to-be: school Momma, teacher, cheerleader, baker, provider-of-snacks. Teaching in Title One schools requires more than just teaching. In fact, sometimes that is the last need that is to be met.
So, my prayer/wish for this year is that I be the best "me" I can be to those who need me until the lights come up and the dancing ends. May it be so.