The end of my first year of teaching: Crazy and difficult
I almost went insane, but God carried me through to the end. Nothing about it was easy, or good.
With a visit from my mom and Sarah to carry me to the last week, the end was in sight, but so much to happen before I could come home. Parents to yell, kids to go nuts, grades to finish, goodbyes to be said.....I'm so thankful it is over now.
My metaphor: it was like running the hardest race of my life and getting to the end and finding there is no prize, there is no one there to cheer you on, just sweat, tears, and a tremendous beating heart.
All this to say, I'm ready to come home. I'm tired, and God has 6 weeks for some rest and rejuvination, because next year is an ominous and fearful sight just around the corner.
A trip to Tela at the end, reflecting on God's faithfulness and blessing the Lord for what He did in and through us, as well as spending last moments in sweet friendships.
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