This will be my 6th year of teaching and my 4th classroom (5th if you count a room I set up before leaving for another job). It would be easy to say I’m just getting good at it, easy to take credit.
This classroom is different, though, because today I had God’s help.
In yesterday’s post, I vowed to stop and pray as soon as I entered the room. That didn’t happen… I got distracted talking to a co-worker on my way in. Before I opened the door, she pointed out that she had peeked in my room and couldn’t believe how much stuff there was. Was it all mine, she asked?
My new room is down the hall from my old one and contained all the furniture from my old room plus anything the former teacher didn’t want that didn’t get raided by the rest of the staff.
I don’t blame that co-worker for my increased anxiety. I blame the enemy. The devil successfully took away my prayer. Distracted by conversation and overwhelmed by massive amounts of furniture, boxes and rugs shoved into the center of the room, I forgot to give it all to God and wanted to take control myself.
The devil continued to work his ways. He made me sweaty (3rd floor, no air-conditioning). He made me thirsty (I had left my water bottle at home). He made me overwhelmed. There were a lot of reasons I felt justified for going home before I had accomplished much of anything.
Then I paused and said a prayer. Nothing long or complicated, just “God, put my anxieties to rest and take control.”
A couple of hours later I was kicking myself for not taking a before picture, because this is what it looked like:
I could never have prioritized, gone into action, and taken control of that situation alone. With limited time before the school year starts, I would be running behind and the students would have suffered because of it. God came through though – and I’m sure it won’t be the last time in this new season.