I have to admit that this has not been the best week I’ve experienced lately. Nothing in particular has happened to me, other than some predictable pain issues related to old injuries and arthritis + cold weather, and some tiresome allergy problems associated with winter heating and confinement. I have not been sick. So far, I have escaped the flu.
However, as I have said before, I am a woman of routines and procedures and habits that make me secure and happy. Having four to six students absent each day has changed my plans in many ways. It is not a good idea to present new concepts and teach new skills to a group of children who are getting sick or recovering. Nor is it wise to teach ten children something that five absent ones will have to be taught separately at a later date. And worrying about who else might be getting ill keeps me on edge. Should I send that one to the nurse for a temperature check? Is that one gazing into space because she just doesn’t want to work, or because she doesn’t feel well?
And yesterday was not my best teaching day. Never have so many students done so little work! I have several students who are routinely distracted, preoccupied, and unfocused, but yesterday they were so far off task as to be “absent”, at least in mind. It is frustrating to constantly remind them to stop playing with their supplies, getting out of their seat, talking to their neighbors, and goofing off. “Just do your work.” was repeated far too often yesterday, and by the end of the afternoon it was repeated in my cranky voice.
Having many of the adults absent has also created concerns and uncertainty. I pray daily for those who are ill or have sick children. I know how stressful this has been for everyone at home. But on a selfish note, I just miss their smiling faces and our brief interactions each day!
Dealing with the cold and being so attuned to the national weather reports makes me nervous. I am not apprehensive for myself, but for friends and family members in locations where winter weather is a serious hazard. We have been fortunate to just endure cold, not snow and sleet and ice…yet.
I had to remind myself this morning that God is aware of all of our doubts and concerns. He knows that we are often weak and weary. And of course “there’s a verse for that” if we search His word. It’s found in Isaiah 40. “…those who hope in the Lord will renew their strength. They will soar on wings like eagles; they will run and not grow weary, they will walk and not be faint.” You know you won’t see me running any time soon, but in my mind today my strength is renewed.
( I thought this old photo of me hiking in the desert was a good depiction of weary!)