What Saved My First Year of Teaching (Hint: It's Jesus)
My room on June 1st. *heavy breathing* As I sit down in Chicago O'Hare Airport once more, I consider how much has changed not only since the last time I posted to this blog (more on my absence later), but also since flying over to Taiwan. I reread my "Goodbye America" post and noticed that God used John 15 in ways I never would have imagined. Let's backtrack. A few weeks after my Dad visited in October, I hit a metaphorical wall. I was emotionally and spiritually drained. My health was being negatively affected by my stress as well. It felt as though I had nothing to give my students, and I couldn't figure out why. I ended up seeing a trusted Christian mentor and discussing what was going on for 2 hours straight. By the end of that first conversation, God opened up my eyes to a few things: 1. I had wrapped up my worth in how "good" I was at teaching. 2. I had found busyness in teaching instead of purpose in teaching. 3. I believed my stud