Today I examined my car again. The scratch is so deep and so long and has been there for almost 1 month now. And what saddens me is the culprit still at large and yet to be apprehended. I couldn't help but to wonder is it really worth my time to continue to work in such an environment? This year is really a happening year ; so much duties and responsibilities, be it career, be it ministry, be it personal breakthrough. Someone told me that and has reminded again that we need to count blessings and name them one by one. The real truth is... it hardly sinks into the deep core of my heart.
Well, to trash all things out, the only worthwhile thing that keeps me going on is perhaps the better students who sincerely wanting to learn and develop themselves. I try hard to look for these students in each class that I teach. Indeed, I find not one, but a few of them. But then again, spending my time and effort into it, is another issue alltogether. Entering my own class, seems the best of all.. this is really a blessing among all blessing. Not because of the class is small, but because the new students there are better behaved than the rest... generally saying, they are good bunch of people. Almost too good to be true. No doubt, students will be students, teenagers will be teenagers. Naughty and playful. Yet, many of them are teachable. How I wish if all of them are teachable.
As for the other classes, at times I do drag my feet into them. How I wish, I don't have to stay in there longer than even 5 minutes!! But God seems to have the remedy - Wednesday and Friday seem to be the days that my feet will be light. I would wait eagerly when will the time to enter my class, my fortress. Some times though, I wish they will be better behaved. Bible says if the house that we visit welcomes us, then let us bless the occupants the peace that our feet bring. So, I pray every time I enter my class, I will remember to leave my peace and blessing in it. And, that's not the end. I pray every one who enters my class, they too will be blessed.
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