This week we will be entering our 18th week of school. It amazes me that we have come this far. It seems that we just started this years adventure and yet we are half way to the end. I won't allow myself to dwell on this fact because it is truly sad for me to think of another year being behind us.


It may seem odd to hear a teacher speak in this way about her "job" but this has never been a job. It has always been my passion. Years ago when I had my own classroom I was very sad to see my school year end. I knew those kids. I cared for them, prayed for them, and cried with them. They had a special place in my heart and I had to let them go. Sure they came back to see me. And that was great. But I knew that they would no longer walk through my door everyday. That year was over, they were growing up and they were going on to bigger and better things. I was happy to be a small part of the journey. But I was sad to see my part of that journey coming to an end.


That is how I feel every moment, every hour, every day, every week, every month, and every year of my child's life. I can never get that time back. Every second with them is a gift that I have been given from the One who gave me three amazing blessings. How am I using this time? Am I doing my best to raise them, teach them, and guide them? These questions plague my mind as I contemplate a school year half over.


I want these coming months to be amazing. I want this time with them to matter in their lives. So I will take this passion that God has given me and use it to the best of my ability to enrich the lives of my students. With His leading, how can I fail.