seeing what didn't go as planned.
acknowledging time poorly spent.
recognizing how much i have to learn.
I get impatient.
taking extra breaths to calm down in the classroom, to shut out my own shortcomings and to embrace the learning of my students (even about respect and listening)
ready to graduate.
more than ready to be home.
planning around distance that only seems to grow bigger by the days between our visits.
I get nervous.
trying to hold on too tightly to things, even things beyond my control.
seeking reassurance.
trying to fake strength i don't really have.
And then I think about
prayer.
being wrapped up in a hug so warm, so comfortable that it shuts out the world for a while.
little joys tucked away in hidden pockets of the day
someone just being there to say it's gonna be okay. reminding me i'm okay sometimes, too.
remembering tomorrow's a brand new day that i haven't messed anything up in yet.
And I will mess things up tomorrow. It just happens. We don't always have to like the learning process, but we're always going to do it anyway.
~"Don't tell God how big your problems are; tell your problems how big your God is." [-unknown...but thanks to 1 L Shel for sharing it.]~
