Time Flys When you Love your Job

There are these students. The ones who allow me to invest in their life. The ones who will knock if my door is closed. The ones who will cry in front of me amidst teenager heartache. The ones who want me to be their friend. Or, should I say, let me be their friend.



Those students make me love my job.



When I was in boarding school, there was a woman who was instrumental in my success at that school, and on more than an educational basis. She taught me about my God. About myself. About life. She shared something with me that came to mind the other day and made me want to cry. She often thought of leaving her job. And knew that she was meant to stay a little longer when she heard these lyrics to the song, "I Am" by Nichole Nordemon.



Second verse says:



Only sixteen, life is so mean

What kind of curfew is at 10pm?

You saw my mistakes

And watched my heart break

Heard when I swore I'd never love again

And when I was weak, unable to speak

Still I could call You by nameAnd I said

Heartache Healer, Secret Keeper

Be my best friend

And you said, I Am



The song goes on to recall what our God is to us in different stages of our life.



And it hit me. These girls are searching for something. Someone. Safety. Love. Purpose. It's hard to find such things in a foggy world.



I say such things with a flashlight in hand, trying to navigate my own way.



Here are some nonjob related things that dont matter:



-I dyed my hair dark brownish/auburnish. I have this unexplainable need to change things around this time of year. Whether bad habits or trying new things, its that whole back to school, fresh start, leaves are changing so should i type of season.



-I spent my weekend in Fort Worth and refreshing is an understatement. And speaking of change....I guess its only sensible to realize that over a 10 year period, things will change. People will grow. Some will come, some will go. Some will remain rooted. This seemingly obvious concept is one I've only claimed in recent years.

-I find it harder each day to be away from some people who I love more than my fingers can type out on this keyboard. That is difficult to deal with. So I'm not really dealing at this point but rather waiting until the next opportunity comes for me to see them.

-I think fears and truth often come in the form of dreams. But I hate the ones that leave you baffled or confused because reality jsut can't be deciphered in that moment of haze.

-I tripped today. And in the process dropped my blackberry into the sink. Into a bowl of water. It is sporatically working. But in the hour following my clumsiness, I realized I felt lost without my phone. Isn't it crazy how technology can make us feel that way? Why is it that on a day to day basis it can seem harder and harder to say "Gosh, I feel lost without my Savior." While I've perhaps moved from a reliance upon the computer (which was my fear with starting a blog in the first place), I fear a connection to my phone that should be weened.

Oh and in case I didn't mention it, I love my job.

*For a reference of where my God has brought me, I'd like to offer a walk of nostalgia to the blog I started my freshman year of college, or maybe even shortly before: http://jesus1only13.xanga.com/