Thursday, 6 May 2010


I have always been one of those people who likes to pick at a scab, even though I KNOW that I'm doing more harm than good, and that if I just left the sore spot alone it would heal a lot better.

Yesterday I had a HUGE opportunity to pick at a big emotional scab.  I was invited by my neices to attend the school's Special Persons' Day - like grandparents' day, but with a wider audience.  With so many hurts emanating from some of the people within that school, I was nervous about the prospect of spending a day in their presence.  But God is Good.  Once we were inside, greeted by a few of my old students, and several of last year's co-workers, I felt that I had a right to be there.  That although the School Board did not approve of the events that have transpired in my life over the last year and a half, and although we have come to an agreement to terminate my employment there, my neices go to school there, and it was they who invited me.  I was not there on business, and so it felt ok.  (It certainly helped, knowing I had Andrew and my Mother-In-Law there to back me up should any problems have arisen.) 

It was fantastic to reunite with some of my old colleagues -- to sit and chat with them, without feeling a need to pretend to be ashamed of my son and the events surrounding his arrival.  It was good to see old students, growing and maturing; and a few of their parents, too.

Even though the date loomed on the calendar for several weeks in advance, and every step toward the entrance took determination, I am so glad I went.  Praise the Lord for small miracles.

1 comment:

  1. I was glad to see you there too. You are a very strong person and I admire you and Andrew in how you have dealt with all these things that have come your way. I am behind you as well and I am so glad I have gotten to know you and to call you a friend. God bless you and your family!



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