For those of you who do not recognize me, I have been part of NFC since I was four years old in 1988. My family and I usually attend the second service.
I have been teaching at Western Mennonite School for three years. To give you a glimpse of my life, here is one of my days:
Today I got ready and traveled 25 minutes to get to school. We have to be there by 7:30; today I got to lead devotions at the faculty meeting. School starts at 8:30. Today my first-period class, filled with mostly freshman boys, got busy inventing hydraulic machines. This was mostly uneventful, except for when the hot-glue gun spontaneously burst into flames. Fortunately, it quickly burned out, but it did add excitement and an interesting aroma. I get to demonstrate forgiveness and patience in situations like this.
During second period my sophomore biology students got to experience extracting DNA from strawberries. It is always exciting when I get to offer opportunities for seeing the real thing, as opposed to just talking about scientific concepts.
Third period is my time of prep, rest, and fellowship with my colleagues. As an extrovert, I find it challenging to stay in my classroom alone; I get antsy with too much time alone. As the morning moves on through fourth and fifth period (repeats of first and second) I grow increasingly ready for lunch and a break. Eating down in the cafeteria on lunch duty doesn’t exactly feel like a break, but I do get to talk to my colleagues.
Following lunch come chemistry and anatomy classes, where I get to teach the students I have had for 2- 3 years now. It is always enjoyable for me to end my day with these two classes because I have built more of a relationship with these students over the past couple years.
In this season in my life I wear many hats—teacher, mom of two beautiful daughters, wife, mentor, friend, sister, and daughter. In theory, all these roles should be wrapped up in being a daughter of God. Yet often I find myself believing I have to “fit God in” as if my everyday actions are not a part of my journey with God. It helps to view my life as an onlooker—as writing this article allows me to do—to observe all the times I get to show love to my students, find joy in the challenges, be patient, kind, and gentle. God is here and present with me. I do not need to fit him in. Teaching my students allows me the opportunity to practice the fruit of the spirit every day, for there are always challenges, interesting conversations, moments that surprise me, and many moments I expect.