In November we closed my location in Mangilao and combined the schools—we’re all in Tamuning now. It’s wonderful to be reconnected with all the staff and students. Running the school by myself was a lonely but very necessary four months of my life. I’ll never be the same—and that’s good. For the first time, I realized that life is simply not about me, and when you give your life to others (in the name of Jesus), the joy surpasses all other comforts or luxuries. It was a special season, and my students fondly reminisce about our times there: “Remember in Mangilao when we…?”
After the move to Tamuning, I took over a class (we call them “learning centers”), ages ranging from eight to sixteen. Currently I am coordinating English Composition, Music, and the volleyball team for our regional student convention, here on the island of Guam. We are excited to be taking a group (representing Guam for the first time) to International Student Convention in Pennsylvania this May!
When I think about my students, my heart swells with love—it’s unlike anything I’ve ever experienced.
I love the ministry of Providence International Christian Academy, not only because I am a teacher, but because I am an observer of how it has blessed children’s lives. Several of our students have previously encountered severe mistreatment at other schools, and find P.I.C.A. a safe haven, where they are free to enjoy learning and true friendships. Through the individualized program we offer, I have seen insecure students flourish and gain personal dignity and respect, along with a well-rounded education. It is a church school run by volunteers who love Jesus Christ and deeply desire to serve the families of Guam, no matter their color, background, or financial capabilities. It is an honor to be a part of such a special little school.
Recently we have encountered much opposition with regard to permits and regulations for operating our school. Without going into undue detail—let’s just say that God is doing something awesome at P.I.C.A., and there are a few trying to stop it, along with a news media that wants an allegedly “scandalous” story. Yes, we’re practically famous, haha! The kids actually groaned today, when I told them the news reporters were here again. They’re so used to it, now. Nothing like being on television, right? But actually, I’d rather just be with my kids.
On a personal note:
As much as I like Shakespeare…
Love is not a sonnet. In my undergraduate work, I majored in English Literature and enjoyed it greatly. Stories teach lessons by utilizing both the mind and the emotions. But I am learning that as much as I appreciate language finely arranged, love is not flowery words.
Love is early mornings, when all you can do is stagger out of bed.
Love is a bandaid and a prayer.
Love is moment-by-moment flexibility.
Love is giving your attention to a little face and a conversation that seems small, but is important to the person behind those brown eyes.
Love is making them do their work correctly.
Love is volleyball practice when you’re exhausted and feeling like poo.
Love is repeating directions and explaining something 15,782 times.
Love is being His hands and feet. Going. Touching. Doing. Take me, Lord Jesus.
Picture post coming soon (now, now, don't doubt me, haha!)
Does it get any cuter than this? I contend that it does not.
These two have my heart.
