Not saying the other days aren't wanted. I like them all, but there is something about the weekend that makes one let go of the holding of breath that may have happened during the week, depending on what was on your plate, so to speak.
And there was a lot on mine this week. I knew it would be challenging, but we got through. I found that it is normal for the first day of school to be chaotic. That is stating it mildly. Very.
I laid awake off and on the first night after, wondering how it was humanly possible to teach 16 children with twenty times more energy than I have. I also wondered what I was thinking when I said, "Yes." I thought about leaving the country or at least driving south a good ways.
Then, I remembered this really simple thing. To the person that needs wisdom, let him ask of God, who giveth to all men liberally. Remembering that I can't, but God can, was a very big victory.
I was amazed the following day with two teacher's aids and an organized mind. Suddenly, the curriculum began to make sense and I started to enjoy it. I had many encouraging text messages on my phone almost every morning before school started. I felt God's presence and calm.
Thanks to all who prayed and encouraged. Because of those friends prayers, God gave the wisdom needed. I really believe that.