The past year had been work-work-work. Well, yes something on the side happened but will talk about it another time.

I have taught for two years now and everyday I thank God for the grace He showered on me — every single day. Teaching is a profession I detested since I was big enough to recognize that it takes hard work and … hard work to stay on the job. Not to mention patience and perseverance as qualities one has to have.

And I ended up becoming one.

The past nineteen months of my life had been a challenge yet a blessing. It had been a journey filled with tears, laughter and confusion. Also a journey filled with love and support from people that matters.

I reflected on my being a teacher these days since my Grade 10’s left school. I walk around the hall during assemblies without a particular class to look out for. I wander around the school not seeing them and not hearing their deep loud voices. I still have class, but not with my Grade 10’s.

It started last week. I stood in front of my past students. These were the boys who irritated me, made me cry and challenged me to continue teaching despite the tears I’ve shed. They were the boys I loved and missed so much when they left.  I stood in front of them and will stand in front of some of them in the coming weekends. But this time I will not be teaching them about spellings or verbs or sentence construction. I will be teaching them about life. I will be leading them back to their loving Father. I will just facilitate their spiritual experience.

And this time it will be a different experience for me as well.

I love teaching.

I love being one.