This morning in seminary we were discussing one of my favorite passages of scriptures (Matt 11:28-30) and the kids were being so sweet to each other and I naturally started to well up, just the tiniest bit. And one of the kids said, "Oh! Don't cry," in that really sweet, concerned voice that only makes me cry more. But it actually made me chuckle*. Because these kids have no idea what they're up against, crying wise. They have no idea that I am the World Class Grade-A Olympic Gold Medalist Crier. This welling up, where the tears didn't even crest, this was nothing.
I will report that I've been teaching for about 2 weeks now and I love. I mean, I really do. I have 25 loud, funny, enthusiastic students and I wake up every morning at 4:45 excited to see them. I thought I had the best job in the church with Nursery, but I was wrong. It's Seminary. (Although, let's get real, I miss those nursery kids a lot and find sitting in class for 2 hours without any Goldfish crackers or play time a little tedious. I'm trying to be grown up about it.)
*Paraphrasing a quote from Jane Eyre, "Telling me not to cry is like telling a fire not to burn."
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I think you are one of those wonderful people that is incredibly loved and incredibly loves each calling you are given -- whoever's gotcha at any given moment is lucky.
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