Grading day. That dreaded 8 hours of grinding away, grading, thinking, deciding, deciphering, trying to be fair and just. And this grading day, to my surprise, I was almost done grading by 8:00 AM on Friday morning. So I was sitting in my classroom organizing and planning when the Kinder teacher poked her head into my room and said, "Can I borrow you for a few minutes?"
I followed her out of my room and into another, wondering what she needed. Then I saw it. A group of about four other women, all in a circle, hands held, ready to pray. "We were thinking of all the believers we knew at our school that we could invite. I knew you are a believer. Would you pray with us?" I immediately said yes, and then I teared up.
"You don't understand what this means to me... I have felt so alone! This is an answer to my prayers I have been praying since September!"
We prayed for the students, for their rebellious hearts - the anger and pain, the bullying and the problems that have manifested in our classrooms. We prayed for ourselves, that we would be just and fair. That others would see Christ's light in us. We prayed for other teachers, that they would not be afraid of us, but curious and joyful and come to Christ.
In the end, I cried tears of joy knowing that once again, I am right where I need to be.
Thank you Jesus.
