My last post was a bit of a departure for me as I typically don’t repeat “locker room vernacular” many times in one post.  As my husband pointed out, “the words B***-H*** make you cringe.” If I surprised some of my readers or bothered them just a bit with my choice of content, my apologies. Since I didn’t receive a ton of comments about the post, I will assume my readership took it all in stride.

I also mentioned in my last post about my return to the classroom after a year’s hiatus. This past week I attended my first set of Stony Brook School faculty meetings. It was uncanny how many aspects of the week felt like putting on a favorite pair of clothes.  I have always been a bit nervous about stating in writing what my calling in life is.  It feels too presumptuous. Yet this I know:  I have been called to teach. Whether it is in a formal classroom or an informal gathering in my home, the desire to teach and do it well stirs my blood.  To paraphrase Eric Little, “When I teach, I feel God’s pleasure.”

This is not to suggest that every day in the classroom is a bed of roses.  Quite the contrary!  I have never been more tired emotionally, mentally, and physically than when I have a day of teaching. But deep down I know this is what I am supposed to do.

One of the reasons I resisted stating my calling as a teacher for so long was because I think it takes time to have a calling confirmed. As I enter into my eighth year of teaching (and twenty years since I started), I have some experience under my belt and others have spoken into my life, confirming this calling. Another reason for the hesitation is that I have other aspirations as well, including writing and speaking, which in some respects is a different type of classroom. However, even though I may know this is where God wants me to be, I would be less than honest if I didn’t admit to some anxiety about the coming year. I will be juggling two jobs at SBS—part-time classroom teacher and part-time assistant writer/editor. I want to do both jobs well. At times I will feel too stretched. Yet God promises “His mercies are new every day.” It is my job to accept those mercies each day.

3 thoughts

  1. I got quite the chuckle out of the last post.

    As for “calling”, I think I know what you mean. I know that both by training and by nature I am a teacher, but is that my calling? I just don’t know. Its exciting to hear when someone has a clear view of where they want to go and are able to pursue that goal (or calling!).


    1. Thanks for your thoughts on this, Rachael. You raise a good question. I have administrative skills, but I feel pretty confident that jobs that are purely administrative are not my calling. I guess if you pushed me I would say that just because a person has training in a particular area doesn’t necessarily mean he or she is called to that profession. Blessings.


  2. As it has been said, “If it’s fun, it’s not work.” Glad you have found a calling that you enjoy. It sounds like a good fit and very satisfying.


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