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| Seniors at JSB |
Hi you guys!
It’s been…a while since I last blogged. Partly because I
don’t know anyone who reads the blogs, and partly because we have been very
busy. But it’s good to be back and sharing what Christ is doing out here in the
school I am working at.
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| Paul, Ezra, and our new car! |
As some of you may know, the school we are connected to is
being accredited this year. It is a long and drawn out process of paperwork,
policy, and preparation. The purpose of the Accreditation is for the school to
critically and methodically look internally at all the “gaps” missing in its
education system, fix them, and document EVERYTHING. My job (among many) this
year is to direct the accreditation process. I write policies, curriculum,
rules, procedures, expectations, and any other information the accreditors need
to know. Fortunately, our school needs a lot of work. So this came at an
awesome time, and I have been able to see our school grow AMAZINGLY in just a
few short months. This year, teachers have done more for the school as a whole
than any other year previously. Praise God for giving these teachers and staff
an enduring work ethic!
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| Our little Elena (6 months) |
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| 10th Graders |
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| Ezra and Evie (two peas in a pod) |
It has also been a challenging couple of months for me
because several times I have wanted to quit it all. The work-load just seems
too heavy to bear. The job seems endless. The people are annoyed. And my
passion—teaching—is being
put on hold, again. In these times, God is quick to
remind me that He doesn’t have to use me for such a time as
this. All He needs is a willing heart, and if mine won’t work, someone else’s
will. It is a God-given task to do what I do for the school. It’s not something
I deserve. It’s something I am privileged to do. Sort of like being a mom.
These kids (and this job), are
given to me temporarily. When it is time to give
them back, I want to know that I never allowed the enemy to spit me lies about
“how chaotic life is.” What a waste of time. I am put here (as a mom, as a
wife, as a sister, as a friend, etc.) for “such a time as this.” God reminds me
that in these times, I have to thank Him fervently for the ability to be chosen
as His servant in this field, in this country, in this era, in this house. That
opportunity can be taken away at any time. So, in the mean time, what am I
complaining for? It’s a beautiful privilege. I’ll take that, any day.
