Now, I am not a Southern Baptist. I have some Baptist cousins, one of which is a dear friend and a very good wise counselor to me. I lived in Texas, I have heard that thick drawl, and I have felt the hospitality of a good Southern Baptist, but that is not what I expected to have walk into my classroom on a Friday morning.
There she was. A tall, thick accented, beautiful woman in modest dress... ready to meet my classroom with a smile. So before I left for my training, I warned her. "This is a wild class... they will take advantage... only expect the best..." and the list went on.
Finally she looked at me and said, "Are you a praying woman? Maybe we should pray!" I laughed and was so relieved!!! Yes I am a praying woman! I pray for these kids every morning! My IA is a praying woman. My kids are surviving because this classroom is a Godly classroom!
Let me tell you... for the first time, I walked out of that room confident that they would have a great day. All 32 kids. All 21 boys. All of them. And do you know what? THEY DID!
Lord, your blessings never cease to amaze me. In your love you have shown me that humbleness and kindness will lead us straight. You help me balance strict consequences with kind and playful friendship. And you give us hope that we will each become as you would have us be. Thank you for your daughter, our substitute. A breath of fresh Christian air in a secular worldly place. Bless her for kindness and understanding.
Amen
