Oh, Day 3...

Our school has this weird schedule that we follow based on Days 1, 2, 3, 4, and 5 instead of just Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday. Today is Day 3. Day 3 is my least favorite day of the entire week, because as you can see, my main break occurs from 7:45-8:15. At this hour, I have little to no desire to do anything productive in the way of teacher responsibilities. No one wants to grade papers or plan lessons at 7:45 in the morning! Of course, Day 3 is followed by my favorite day... Day 4! Lots of breaks and times of productivity occur on Day 4. :)

So here I am. My kids are at PE, and I am blogging. :)

I've really questioned throughout this journey why God would show me the poor side of Honduras and help me to love them and then send me to the wealthiest side. But who am I to judge who knows Him or needs Him and where He wants me?

In the Passport class that I taught at Brook Hills last year, we talked about a multiplication Gospel instead of an addition Gospel. If each person invests in a small group, and each of those in turn invest in a small group, and so on - the the Gospel spreads much more rapidly than if we all just pour into one.

So this year, my "small group" is composed of 22 fifth graders who have way more potential than I do to help the spiritually and physically poor of Honduras. Perhaps if I, and the other teachers here, share our hearts with them, God will lead them (at least some of them) toward making a tremendous difference in the future.

I feel like I'm finally getting it. :)

Please pray for the other new fifth grade teacher, Kirsten Lundgren. She is a first-year teacher who was given what is probably the worst class in the entire elementary school. I know that being here has been a struggle for her, and each day feels like a losing battle. Please pray that God will give her strength to persevere and change her students' hearts, words, and actions.