Y'all, I'm praying without ceasing today. I'm so thankful that my family is ok. I'm thankful that my co-workers, students and friends have yet to report a dangerous case of the disease. I know I have so much to be thankful for.
But I miss my students. I miss my classroom. I'm checking my phone frequently between adding assignments in my Google Classroom cheering each time I receive a picture or note from a student.
I miss people. I miss hugs. I miss those precious moments when a child's tender heart, amazing mind and eternal soul shine. The light-bulbs going off, the proud grins of accomplishment, the infectious laughter, the sweet comments and even the outrageously blunt comments too.
These moments are why I'm addicted to teaching.
I miss my church family. I miss the heartfelt singing, the shared sorrow, the lunch plans and even the silliness some of them get up to. I miss the squirming child in the pew who's trying hard to be good for Momma, but he just needs to run. I miss the child who's copying daddy with his Bible on his lap and his eyes on the preacher who still stealing peeks at his father. I miss the prayers, the "Amen"s and the squeak of the wood as we rise for the altar call. I miss the praises and reports of God's enduring provision and protection.
We'll get past this. We'll remember.
I'm reminded of the times right after the big hurricane that knocked out power and water to most of my college campus for weeks. We were hauling water from the contaminated pool up the stairs to the 8th floor just to flush the toilet. We were sweating and attempting to sleep in the summer heat. We were going out in work parties to help the neighborhoods badly damaged by falling trees and flying debris.
Once the power returned, we spent months giving thanks for elevators and running water. It just serves to remind me ... God is good all the time.
~Pollyanna Robelen~
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