You of Little Faith
Since not a lot of people take the time to read my blog and only skim through the pictures this is for those who truly want to know things and hear the heart of missionary teaching life.
Before the school year started I was weary and burdened. Struggling to release my worries and hang onto the faith that my prayers would be answered and the Lord would hear my cries. I look back at those weeks of worry rather sheepishly now. "You of little faith, why did you doubt?"
Why do we doubt? Why do we not trust in the promises of the mountain mover? Going into this school year I struggled greatly with my desire to trust that the Lord would answer my prayers for a grade two teacher and the murmurs of others behind me, but "what is the plan if he doesn't?" There were moments where I questioned what is mountain moving faith, and am I trying to move the right mountain? There is always a mountain to move and right now, that my prayers have been answered I feel like I am standing on top of the mountains. This is thrilling and also terrifying. I am enjoying my current mountain top experience with the knowledge that there is always another one to scale. Being thankful for these tests of faith; where we have nothing to cling to, but the hope in a faithful God who knows what is best for us, even in our doubts and in our fears.
My Boys
It has been an amazing start to the school year and I can truly say I have had more fun teaching in the past month than I have had in a long time. Be it the years of stress of teaching in a pandemic or the burden of balancing split classes, this school year is shaping out to be a great one. I am truly enjoying my boys and they have given me a renewed joy in teaching.
