This week marked the 100th day of school. As a teacher there are many milestones between September and June. This is one of them. The 4th of July of the school year, it’s a centennial of success if you will. It helps impart to kids the importance of setting and reaching goals and instills a joy of celebrating what you’ve learned so far. It was a day of fun activities, but truth be told I’m not really a numbers person (Shhh…don’t tell my students). Instead I have a passion and preference for teaching reading and writing. Yet God in His infinite wisdom, often adds to our lives through the challenges we face.
In particular I find teaching the concepts of time and money difficult. My mom taught me with tools such as a toy clock and play money. I teach using the same strategies and it helps. It’s still a struggle, but I can show students better than I can tell them.
I almost think numbers know how I feel about them and that they therefore find ways to insist that we interact. As I sat down to write out my bills this week I discovered that I had one check left. And yes, as I told the astonished personal banker, I still write checks, lol (I told you I love to write). Not only that, but as I balanced my checkbook my expenses seemed to multiply before my very eyes. Clearly I need to divide myself from Walmart.
Speaking of which, the hands of time seem to have sprung too early as my favorite store’s heart shaped decor delivers a knock out punch to Christmas clearance. While shopping and seeing the signs of the pending couples holiday, my singleness swerves to avoid taking a hit. My attitude tries to block negative thoughts. What’s my decimal point you may ask? Sometimes tithing and timing don’t appear to make sense.
Actually neither one of them do. In theory– subtraction, or giving does not equal increase. And my age plus the statistics say that the chance of finding “the one” are less than likely with each passing year. But there is a difference when you invest your trust in God. He is the common denominator. He’s shown me over and over that “He’s got me.” He tells me in His word that the cattle on a thousand hills belong to Him. He is love. So when I’m in doubt and things don’t seem to add up, I have to believe that He is the solution to the equation. It’s not always as easy as 1,2,3 but perhaps it’s like I tell my students, “Practice makes perfect.” I just have to keep counting on Him.
Blessings,
Celeste <3
