I've gone through 3 days of school. Back to the lessons. Back to the books. Back to the long hours of work on and off campus. Back home. It feels good to be back: to hear the children call my name, to smell the sweet aroma of Expo whiteboard markers (haha), to feel the tender hugs of my past and present students, to speak the truth of God's Word. I love being "home" and yet something within me tells me that I won't be here forever. I can't call CHCS "home" for good. Something within me knows there's something else in store for me. I've voiced my thoughts to my principal, jokingly for now, but with a hint of truth. He just shrugs it off and hopes that I forget, or get too comfortable.
Don't get me wrong: I absolutely love working with my students, but my heart goes out to those who don't have the things my students have. My heart goes out to the poor, the underpriviledged kids. My desire is to work with children who don't have rooms full of videogames, ipods, technology...stuff. I don't know exactly where God wants me in the future, but I'm ready to go. I thought I wanted to wait and serve with someone alongside me, but I don't want to wait. I just want to go. I want to go whereever God want me to go, whenever He wants me to go, if He wants me to go. I'm ready to call a new place "home."
"Here am I, Lord. Send me."