My professor asked me what God has taught me.

Image is from Baptist Press.

What God has taught me this semester is honestly hard to put into words. It’s been a season of being humbled and broken in ways I didn’t expect. He’s shown me just how fragile everything really is. Landing in the ICU with diabetic ketoacidosis shook me. Trying to manage my health since then has been overwhelming at times. And then, losing a former student to suicide…I still don’t have the words.

In the middle of it all, I’ve wrestled with a lot of doubt. I’ve questioned my calling, felt completely out of place at times, and been frustrated with myself…especially when I didn’t feel like I had anything left to give. There were days I seriously wondered if I was cut out for this.

Through all of it, God has kept reminding me that these students I’m called to serve… they’re worth every bit of extra effort. Every late night prepping, every conversation, every moment of showing up…it matters. I’ve felt the weight of it more than ever, and I think that’s exactly what God wanted to teach me: love deeper, teach well, and never take this calling for granted.

I’m 53 years old. God is still writing my story. I think I will trust Him.