So, the saga of name calling continued today...two different parents came in to talk to me about it before school. Part of me just wants to shout at them: IT HAPPENED IN SOMEONE ELSE'S CLASS...WHAT DO YOU EXPECT ME TO DO??? But, at the same, time I know that it is part of the job description of a teacher. We clean up other people's messes. Frequently. Practically on a minute-by-minute basis. Lots of prayer today.
As I'm sitting here recounting what happened and writing this post, I am drawing connections to the Streams in the Desert reading for Saturday, both for the situation above, and also just my dealing with being in Rock Hill in general. So excuse this break in chronology and let me share the passage which seems so relevant:
"Our faith is the center of the target God aims at when He tests us, and if any gift remains untested, it certainly will not be our faith. There is nothing that pierces faith to its very marrow--to find whether or not it is the faith of those who are immortal--like shooting the arrow of the feeling of being deserted into it. And only genuine faith will escape unharmed from the midst of the battle after having been stripped of its armor of earthly enjoyment and after having endured the circumstances coming against it that the powerful hand of God has allowed. Faith must be tested, and the sense of feeling deserted is "the furnace heated seven times hotter than usual" (Dan. 3:19) into which it may be thrown. Blessed is the person who endures such an ordeal!" --Charles H. Spurgeon
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