I love growing flowers in my yard and I have way too many.You can ask my husband who helps me water.
I don’t love growing weeds.And evidently, they do not need water.
Weeds remind me of trials, tribulations, problems, just the icky part of life that sometimes walks right in and makes itself at home.No water needed, no fertilizer or particular soil.
So when I saw these weeds the other day at the edge of the creek the Father reminded me of a simple truth.
Sometimes those weeds can become pretty flowers.
Sometimes those things in our lives that bring us pain, frustration, and trouble can turn into the most beautiful part of our life.
I had to stop and think about that for a minute.
Sometimes those weeds end up being the favorite part of our yard.
I have been out of the profession for at least six years now. I know that I made an impact on some of my students’ lives over the years.
In spite of the struggles you face with the things that are so difficult these days, be encouraged as you teach another year.
Because
Once upon a time…
I was one of those students.
My parents divorced when I was in eighth grade and for many years before that had marital problems. I enjoyed talking to my teachers and doing well, but I struggled emotionally.
I had several teachers that spoke “life” to me. Just like you do today.
I had a P.E. teacher who allowed me to be her assistant. She let me talk and she listened. She was someone I admired and she encouraged me to believe in myself.
I had a science teacher who allowed me to babysit her son! She knew that my “babysitting” jobs helped with our household finances, and she trusted me with her own child. She helped build my confidence.
These ladies made me want to teach. The Lord used them in my life go from “victim” to “victor”.
YOU do make a difference, and I thank you. I know it is difficult sometimes, I know that there are many reasons to complain, but you need to know that YOU are making a difference.
I applaud you. I know many of you feel “called” into the ministry of teaching. The law can say all it wants about God not being in schools….but He is there. HE is there because YOU are there. You love your students.
I like candles. There are a couple that I buy each and every season. There are certain perfumes I love, and some not so much. There are sprays to eliminate foul odors in shoes, cars and carpets
Don’t you love walking through gardens smelling the delightful fragrances floating in the air? Right now honeysuckle is aloft and hits your senses with power when stepping out the door. I love peonies and saw a perfume in a magazine today of that very smell!
How about walking into your grandmother’s kitchen and smelling fresh apple pie? And who can forget freshly baked bread? And garlic….it smells great on breadsticks, well anything really.
Have you imagined a scent right now? Scents even have the ability to bring forth memories. Scents have amazing influence and impacts on our lives.
A sweet smelling fragrance has an even more permanent impact
A fragrance in this passage is something sweet-smelling, an odor of acquiescence, satisfaction; a sweet odor.
We are a fragrance….Christ through us! I don’t know about you, but sometimes I think I stink. But in Christ, nope…I am a peonie!
