Amanda called me a while ago to say that she is now a seminary teacher. I was so excited for her. Because it's really an amazing thing to do. And it's fun. I mean, it's not fun all the time. There have been a few mornings when I've driven to work in tears because sometimes it's hard. And, as one person recently put it, relentless. I informed her that the waking up super early bit isn't the hardest part of the job. It's that you do it every single day. And you prepare a lesson every day. And you face several sleepy teenagers every day and you have to convince them that what they really want to do is open up their scriptures and talk about stuff that has nothing to do with football or boy bands. It's the every day bit that is hard. I have two 4 day weekends from seminary in a row and it almost feels like I'm about to take a cruise to the Bahamas. And not in one of those inside cabins but one on the outside of the ship with a balcony. Such luxury!
But there is a lot of joy and laughter to it. I have a very quiet class compared to last year's three ring circus and some days it feels like I'm teaching in mime school. So when a kid shows that she really gets it, that's like winning a gold medal. And then this morning I brought in a harmonica, a recorder, and a child size box accordion and asked the kids if any of them knew how to play them (I was trying to illustrate being an instrument in the hands of the Lord) and one girl came up and played the Star Wars theme on the recorder. It was magical.