Psalm 139:14
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I have always loved words and all things related to language in general. I learned to read before I went to kindergarten. As the story goes, I had a favorite book that I wanted to hear over and over. (I am still quite fond of The Best Nest, and I bet my mom can still recite parts of it.). One day when I was four, I brought my mom the book and said I would read it to her this time. My mom listened and thought I surely had memorized all the words. She thought it was cute. Later that same day, I brought a different book--an unfamiliar one--and read it all to her. And that was the beginning...
I vividly remember one day in first grade. I looked up at my beloved teacher, Mrs. White. I thought, "Teaching people to read must be a lot of fun. I think I'll do that when I grow up." For many, many years, I thought I was going to be a first grade teacher. That was before I knew about the specific position that I have now.
I have tried some other career avenues in the past. Some were more successful than others, but none of them fit just right. When I walk into work each morning, I am thankful to be in a place where I get to do what I love. And I really do love it. It brings me a great deal of joy and personal satisfaction to see students be successful where they haven't believed it to be possible.
I have a lot of long days. I have a lot of stressful days. Every day is a busy day--I teach 10 classes every day (more if I tutor). The pace I keep every day can best be described as hectic. I have learned to be very, very efficient with my planning time, but I still often feel like I am running a marathon at a sprint pace.
Despite all of that, I believe God has given me a set of skills and a passion for this job. I think I am pretty good at it too. Not every day is a great day, but I feel like my career matches up with who God designed me to be. My profession matches my God-given purpose, and that is deeply rewarding
Who am I? I am fearfully and wonderfully...a reading teacher!
I vividly remember one day in first grade. I looked up at my beloved teacher, Mrs. White. I thought, "Teaching people to read must be a lot of fun. I think I'll do that when I grow up." For many, many years, I thought I was going to be a first grade teacher. That was before I knew about the specific position that I have now.
I have tried some other career avenues in the past. Some were more successful than others, but none of them fit just right. When I walk into work each morning, I am thankful to be in a place where I get to do what I love. And I really do love it. It brings me a great deal of joy and personal satisfaction to see students be successful where they haven't believed it to be possible.
I have a lot of long days. I have a lot of stressful days. Every day is a busy day--I teach 10 classes every day (more if I tutor). The pace I keep every day can best be described as hectic. I have learned to be very, very efficient with my planning time, but I still often feel like I am running a marathon at a sprint pace.
Despite all of that, I believe God has given me a set of skills and a passion for this job. I think I am pretty good at it too. Not every day is a great day, but I feel like my career matches up with who God designed me to be. My profession matches my God-given purpose, and that is deeply rewarding
Who am I? I am fearfully and wonderfully...a reading teacher!
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