I’ll never forget those early years of teaching. Especially those early years. Particularly this time of year. Spring.
As a young elementary school teacher I was often excited to teach young children about Spring.
We planted beans in a little cup, watered them, and put them in a warm window to wait.
Five minutes later children were leaning on the windowsill disappointed that nothing was happening.
The same young teacher would try and explain the vague concept of Time.
Many years have passed since then. Again, still a vague concept of Time.
I have spent a lot of my life in the time warp between planting and sprouting, between making my move and seeing results, between doing what I could and knowing whether I did the right thing.
Planting, weeding, waiting, sowing…what is the order anyway??? I’d apply for a job, but wouldn’t hear yay or nay for what seemed like years.
I invite a friend over for lunch, coffee, chatting…
not knowing whether friendship will bloom, flower, grow.
Over the years there’s been committees, classes, prayers. Time. Things take time. No doubt you know exactly what I’m talking about. If you don’t, your either very young, or very fortunate. It takes time to know if our efforts will be received or make a difference.
Whether it’s filled with excited anticipation or fearful dread, waiting is hard. Something in me is always looking for closure.
I don’t want to wait and see anymore than those second graders years ago. Todays wisdom however has taught me that the future unfolds just has its suppose to. And time has become my friend.
Weeding, planting, waiting, sowing…
Time will tell.
Wishing you a blessed weekend!
“Spring has sprung the grass is riz— I wonder where them flowers is?”
What a thoughtful and inspiring post.
I can’t WAIT until the next one!!
Awe. ..your a sweetie Joe!