I have a fine student, who has a wondrously sharp tongue, who speaks eloquently, yet unable to spell the word "protein" properly. It is not about his flaws that I want to talk about, but a question which he asked me during the time when I relieved their class for another teacher.
This was how his question roughly sounds like:
"Teacher, how do teachers let go of their students every year? Like last year's Form 5 students, even I myself feel a bit weird without them in school..."
And this was roughly my answer:
"Well, it doesn't matter whether teachers are able to let go of the students we have, but what's more important is teachers will definitely feel appreciated when the ex-students remember them."
I feel like this student made a difference in my life at that point when he became the trigger to a question of "letting go". Well, at least he made me ponder further... Would God ever able to let me go? Never. But He allows me freewill - the ability to decide and do what I want to do. Yet, He'll always be there to catch me when I fall, to hug me when I'm depressed. I know I'd have a harder time this year to let go of the fifth formers, as I've a deeper bonding with them, but I also beginning to accept the fact that all teachers, including myself, would have to let go when these students under our care are supposed to leave so that they will have a bright future out there. It will be sweet and beautiful when they themselves remember us and love us - the ones who had made a difference in their lives somehow. Like how God made such a huge difference in my life for allowing Himself to be found by me.
That's how great God is. Thank God for the grace and mercy shown. I trust that You have heard what my heart is saying. And You alone knows my desires and wants. Thank You for being patient with me, O Lord! Amen!
Till then... God bless!
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