Sunday, May 31, 2009

Put down your net.

Thursday I said goodbye to my students at Northwest Middle School. It was way tougher than I thought it was going to be, and I spent a significant part of the afternoon in tears. I was doing okay till one of the cuatas (twins) cried. Then I really lost it. It would be different if I knew what was next. I have a house. I have a sweet roommate, fantastic landlords, and a backyard for Belle. I've been admitted to George Mason, and all the scholarship money is a go. I have a moving date and moving friends and paint colors picked out for pete's sake.

But I have no job. I'm leaving seventh graders that I love (even when I hate them). Look at them, they are cute even when they are terrible.



My friend Lindsay's words were especially encouraging on Thursday. I put down my net at NWMS where I've been working, and I am learning how to follow Jesus even when I don't know where I am going or what I will be doing. I am surrounded by faithful voices urging me on, and I am excited to continue on the journey ahead.

Here's the scripture...

As Jesus walked beside the Sea of Gailee, he saw Simon and his brother Andrew casting a net into the lake, for they were fishermen. "Come, follow me," Jesus said, "and I will send you out to fish for people." At once they left their nets and followed him. Mark 1:16-18.

Thursday, May 7, 2009

A time for the first box



This is the first box. There will be a lot more boxes. This one is filled with things that I won't need until fall in Virginia. I tell Belle a few times a week that we're moving and try to get her excited about Finley, Copper, and having a backyard. She seems pretty willing. It is also possible that she has no idea what I am saying.

This week was tougher as I struggled with the guilt of leaving my students. And the fact that they don't know yet. Tuesday, May 19th is the big day, and I am dreading telling them about it. Our staff planned for next year on Wednesday, and my heart was sad that I didn't get to plan lessons for next year. And that I won't plan again until I have a job...an undetermined amount of time.

But there will be a time. A lot of what is written in Ecclesiastes 3 seems applicable, and when I doubt it is a comfort. Here are some of my favorite verses.

There is a time to plant.
And there's a time to pull up what is planted.

There is a time to cry.
And there's a time to laugh.
There is a time to be sad.
And there's a time to dance.

He has made everything beautiful in its time. He has also given men a sense of what he's been doing down through the ages. But they can't completely figure out what he's done from the beginning to the end.
They should be happy and do good while they live. I know there's nothing better for them to do than that.