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Sunday Night


It's around midnight on Sunday. The schoolweek starts again in 7 hrs.
Am ready for spring break as much as my students are...
Teachers are not liked by the public in the U.S. as we dare to tell parents when their kids are bad and dare to discipline them (as long as we don't touch them or deny them their rights!)..What they don't know is that every student, even those with poor behavior get to us and cause us stress. I actually worry about many of my students in the off hours or take joy in the funny things they do. But by the end of the 9 mo. we are like grandparents eager to send the kids home. I love to hear parents at the meat market in August talking about how they can't wait to get their kids back in school after only 3 mo. --- We are glorified babysitters most of the time and don't I know it!

I have been feeling frustrated in general over my lack of progress in the muddles in my life, then I stumbled over a blog out of Singapore tonight called A Penny for My Thoughts. In it she said, "Only God's word will lead us into the light. If you are at a stagnant position, it is a warning sign that something in you must change. If you are moving backwards, it is important that you do something immediately. If what I just said is frustrating you, we all know something is wrong. Not with the things that happened, but with the person involved. Changes will only get to where God wants you to be. Check your heart. What seems correct may not be what God wants you to do. Be sensitive to the Holy Spirit. Know God's heart. And its all about God and you. Nobody else.
When religion talks about God giving answers, I believe that they are all around us if we are open to finding them. Thanks to the gal from Singapore.
Hope you all have a good week ahead.
God bless.
Marilyn

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