One month, four days and counting...
The year is winding up. Ninth grade has it's highschool entrance exam this weekend (it'll be on Saturday and Sunday- drop a prayer for our kids!). Sixth grade has but two weeks left of school.
I guess this is where I'm supposed to talk about all that's happened and all I've learned in the past year. Just know it's a LOT. I'm so grateful that God has been with me, walked into every class with me, gave me words and lesson plans on many spurs of the moment, and that most of all...He wanted us to succeed.
When my dad came to visit, he told me, "Ginger, you guys give so much here..but the neatest thing is that you're getting even more back." I don't think any of us meant for that to happen. In fact, I think most of us can honestly say that the "giving" going on here has been a privilege and a pleasure. Yes, it's hard, and lessons of selfishness and love are learned constantly.
Sometimes the lessons on love are suprises. For me, the playground was a way to invest time with my kids. There was something about spending time with them, though- and I didn't realize this until later on- like it would banish all sense of loneliness I'd been mentioning to God the night before. Or you get tackled by your third graders...how did they need you needed a hug? Haha. So that sounds sentimental, I know. Little things like that taught me more about God's love, and that it can come in ways you don't expect.
All that to say, I came here to give..give God's love. And through all I've done I've learned more about how much He loves me than anything.
What would you do without God's love? I wouldn't recommend being without it.
Ginger Jernigan
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