God Found Us

Yesterday, I was frustrated. I didn't care about the start of Spring Break knowing my plans had become vastly different. I was annoyed with the people in mass hysteria of the unknown, or to be more accurate, the people who had lost all common sense. Let me correct that again... The adults who had lost all common sense.

This is one of the many reasons why I teach. I find it much easier to give kids grace. They are kids. I expect them to do crazy things without reason. However, a lot of times they end up restoring my faith in humanity. Yesterday was no exception.

This week lived up to its hype with Daylight Savings, Full Moon, Friday the 13th, and the week leading into Spring Break. To top it all off we'll have a before school meeting about the coronavirus outbreak just for kicks and giggles. And to be sure we end Friday with the right dose of crazy, go ahead and throw in an intruder drill, followed by a fire drill, followed by an internet safety assembly.

Did I mention I was already frustrated going into school on Friday?

Around 10, when we finally got settled back into class from drills and the assembly, the office buzzed down for a girl in my homeroom. Next thing I know I'm being handed a note and a large reusable bag is being placed on the desk by my door. I finished my lesson and finally took time to read the note my student had handed me. 

God knew what I needed yesterday. Although I wrote yesterday about perspective, He knew I would still need His whispers throughout the day to remind me to trust Him. I know I have had students who were adopted, but I have never had a "Gotcha Day" celebration in my class. I thought it was cool, and very special, that my student wanted to celebrate such a big day with her class. Plus, to be so open about something so personal at 12 years old impressed me.

We celebrated, ate Pringles, drank Kool-Aid Jammers, and I read the book, God Found Us You, her mom sent. More like, I choked my way through reading the book her mom sent in. Our class had a really good discussion on adoption and my student happily shared a little snippet of her life with us. I emailed her mom after school thanking her for letting us celebrate such an important day. Her reply back was the perfect way for me to go into a Spring Break I had no longer been looking forward to.

What started out as a day of me being annoyed by the world, ended with me being grateful. I'm glad God doesn't cast us aside when we get angry, but it's in those moments that He chooses to find us. Do I always let myself see him in those moments? Absolutely not. But yesterday, I'm glad I did.