In only a few short months, I could fill a book with the wonderful lessons I have learned through my teaching experience at Cairo Junior/High School. It’s ‘s a God given assignment…therefore I know I am in the right place at the right time. True, some days I want to run out of that building, never to return, but I am learning how to deal. Those days are slipping away. The students are interesting…the things they face on a daily basis most of us wouldn’t understand. They cope, they deal, they struggle, they complain, they wine, they fuss…for most of them this is all they know. It’s all they’ve seen modeled to them in their homes and community.
If your environment growing up was this town….if this is all you saw…how would you know any different? Their norm has shifted. Cairo has somehow become their normal. Cairo Jr/High School has somehow become their “normal”. From generation to generation these ideas of “normal” have been passed down. Sad.
For those who have not yet visited Cairo, you are probably wondering what I am referring to as “their norm.” Come on over and see for yourself. I began to type some examples, then thought better of it. I need to take some of my own advice. On the top of my chalk board, I have written “SPEAK LIFE.” The students are so accustomed to speaking negative things to each other and over themselves, that I wanted to encourage and remind them to speak words that bring light, life, love, and encouragement. SO, I must do the same. There is a balance of speaking things that are true and things that ought to be, I shall SPEAK LIFE.
Praise the Lord that each day in my classroom is a day of refinement. Hopefully for my students…but definitley for me. I am more aware than ever of my actions and words. Each day my words and actions are on display for over 50 students to observe and I must be on my toes. At times when I want to be funny I get sarcastic…this is getting refined as I see it is not always beneficial. There is a balance. At times when I get frustrated at the students, it is easy to get angry in my spirit…I must choose unconditional love. Of course there is discipline. I mean, without discipline, we would be quite rebellious doing our own thing. There is discipline in LOVE from the Father, I am learning from Him how all that blends together.
I am learning to love. That 1 Corinthians type of love. Love that does not hold a records of wrongs. Each day the students come back into my class, I try to have a fresh perspective, new mercies. Of course, this is difficult, but by God’s grace I try. Love that is not boastful or proud or rude. Love that leads to repentance. I want to overflow the Father’s love in my classroom to my students. They sometimes have a hard time understanding or accepting that love. I guess we all do. I mean, when we do wrong and someone loves us still…that leaves us questioning. It leaves us squirming. It leaves us speechless. No words can describe how we comprehend God’s love for us. Even when we were God haters, sinners, corrupt from our flesh…
He poured out His wonderful love,
He spilled his blood for us to live a life with Him FOREVER.
That’s the kind of love I want to flow in everyday.
Let me be a vessel for you to pour your love out Lord. Let me yield to you. Let me speak LIFE. Let me be your bright shining light for others to be drawn nearer to you Lord.