When We Come to the End

Note: It’s been a while since TIC was updated. (My students remind me of this quite often.) It’s not that nothing has been happening. In fact…quite the opposite…

“Wherever you are, be all there! Live to the hilt every situation you believe to be the will of God.” ~Jim Elliot

Two months ago, I submitted my resignation to the school at which I currently teach. Many circumstances and a plethora of prayer led to this decision, and I knew it was the right thing to do.

That knowledge didn’t prevent me from expecting the worst. I expected to feel terrified of the future. Cast adrift on the world. Frightened and small as I contemplated my next step.

In reality, as I signed my name to the brief, succinctly worded resignation letter, I felt nothing at all.

No relief. No fear. Nothing.

Instead, I was filled with a calm, peaceful assurance that the future was not in my hands.

The words echoed in my mind:

And thine ears shall hear a word behind thee, saying, This is the way, walk ye in it, when ye turn to the right hand, and when ye turn to the left.   ~Isaiah 30:21

Less spiritual passages got equal air time:

The way is shut. It was made by those who are Dead, and the Dead keep it, until the time comes. The way is shut.
~J. R. R. Tolkien

I knew that the way was shut, the door was closed, there was another direction my life should take.

And last weekend, as I signed a contract with another school in a different state, I knew, that as I had poured my life into this school and these students for seven years, I would do the same in my new home. I knew that I was on the edge of something great.

The road might be closed, but my path has not ended.

APB

MISSING: Two Make-up Quizzes

Last Seen: In the Teacher’s hand

Size: Roughly 8 1/2 x 11

Color: White with some black markings; two names written in red at the top

Answers to: Complete Sentences

Reward: Teacher will give two bonus points for their safe and swift return. Students will give a week of lunches for their immediate destruction.

Inquiring Minds Want to Know…

bodyguards-trainingI’ve recently begun re-watching one of my favorite shows.

(There is perhaps a certain psychological significance in that…a search for comfort and familiarity in the midst of chaos…or some other such drivel.)

The problem with seeing a show for the fourth or *ahem* fifth time, is that I am no longer caught up in the suspense and emotional tension of the plot, but instead I notice all the little details: the illogical plot holes, the cinematic assumptions. Continue reading

As Time Goes By

I flip on the floodlights and step out onto the stage.

Fifteen years ago, I stood in this exact spot. (Ok, a few feet back, really. We didn’t have the stage extension then.)

In my mind’s eye, I see my teenage self: similar black dress, similar string of pearls, similar black shoes – albeit, sensible pumps instead of the slightly-less-than-sensible stilettos that are now killing my feet.

Like the 360 cinematic sweep that is playing out in my head, I see my life come full circle. Continue reading