Undeniable, Soul-stirring Desire

Teaching, like parenting, comes at a high price. 

And like parenting if we were to, before we entered into the profession, calculate the toll it would take on us, surely we would decide the “cost” was too great. But I believe that in raising our own children, as well as in helping to raise someone else’s during the 180 days in which they’ve been entrusted to us, the cost is little compared to the gain.

There is some kind of unexplainable, inexplicable force that draws me back day after day, year after year.  

There is some kind of undeniable, soul-stirring desire, a deep-down yearning to make the world a better place.  I don’t know another way to do that than to spend every day with children, to influence and shape our future mothers and fathers and presidents and pastors…our future leaders.

There is some kind of innocent hope, some kind of pure joy that is wrought from days spent with students who make discoveries, who look at the world through fresh eyes, and who feel, speak, and act in truth.

When the world becomes dim, as it inevitably will, the only way I know to keep the light shining is to keep piercing the darkness, to go back Monday and do it again, to keep creating new light.

New light and new hope.