My Job

I always get a little nervous on the first day of school. I decide what I'm wearing the night before and lay it out on the dresser. I get up way too early to make my lunch and make sure I have everything I need, and then I get to school where everything is already ready for the day and I sit at my desk. (This all wears off in a few months) I wonder what my kids will be like, I wonder if they'll be naughty. I wonder if they'll like me. (Kind of nerdy I know, I mean who cares if a ten year old doesn't like you?) It was all the same this year. But the first day came and went. So did the second and the third. On Friday, as I erased the white board and wrote Monday's date, I thought, "so this is what it's like to love your job". I do. It doesn't feel like a job. It feels like I am where I am supposed to be, and that is such a peaceful feeling. I'm so thankful for the Lord's provision in my life; for a job, a class full of kids that I love dearly, and for allowing me to feel at peace.