I just returned from about a 1 1/4 mile jog/walk on the trail. Halfway through it began to sprinkle and then rain. And I had a good cry. My tears felt acidic, but the rain washed them away.
I was thinking about how difficult this is. And I was thinking about how I encourage my students when they become frustrated. I tell them it is ok to make mistakes. That we are learning and experimenting and that challenges are so much more fun then easy, which is boring.
So I tried talking to myself. Then I realized I don't have anyone to encourage me. I feel very alone. But I live my life this way. I love my students, my family, my friends, but I am an introvert. I require a lot of solitude.
So I prayed. And I realized that God is my encourager. I can ask his son Jesus to walk with me, to hold my hand. I can ask His Holy Spirit to enter my heart when I am discouraged and lonely and sad.
And the rain kept pounding on my miserable head. But then it let up. And a soft breeze ruffled my hair. I think I have found my answer.
But I have found this answer so many times! Why do I have to come back to this dark place to be reminded each time of my spiritual needs?
More to ponder. But after a hot shower and a healthy lunch of brown rice, spinach, beans and cabbage, I am ready to start my day.
But I am still feeling very wounded. So my plan is after my students and before choir practice tonight, I am going to go out for Pho. Pho is my ultimate soul food.
And now, I can indeed say "Happy Tuesday" my friends! :)
Z
I was thinking about how difficult this is. And I was thinking about how I encourage my students when they become frustrated. I tell them it is ok to make mistakes. That we are learning and experimenting and that challenges are so much more fun then easy, which is boring.
So I tried talking to myself. Then I realized I don't have anyone to encourage me. I feel very alone. But I live my life this way. I love my students, my family, my friends, but I am an introvert. I require a lot of solitude.
So I prayed. And I realized that God is my encourager. I can ask his son Jesus to walk with me, to hold my hand. I can ask His Holy Spirit to enter my heart when I am discouraged and lonely and sad.
And the rain kept pounding on my miserable head. But then it let up. And a soft breeze ruffled my hair. I think I have found my answer.
But I have found this answer so many times! Why do I have to come back to this dark place to be reminded each time of my spiritual needs?
More to ponder. But after a hot shower and a healthy lunch of brown rice, spinach, beans and cabbage, I am ready to start my day.
But I am still feeling very wounded. So my plan is after my students and before choir practice tonight, I am going to go out for Pho. Pho is my ultimate soul food.
And now, I can indeed say "Happy Tuesday" my friends! :)
Z
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