Skip to main content

Tender Mercies on a Bad Day.

I've had two Diet Coke's today. I guess I should probably tell you I had my first one at 10:30 this morning. It's been quite the long Monday. I normally don't mind Monday's. I feel pretty great after Sunday and Monday is a good start to the week. Today was different. At my job we moved desks. This shouldn't be a big deal, except for the fact that now I sit in the middle of the call floor and there are people surrounding me. This took me about an hour to get used to because I like my space and I can have a bit of anxiety when I feel claustrophobic. Then I acclimated and was fine with the situation. I carried on and did my usual job duties. I'm a bit of a talker. It runs in the family and honestly if I didn't talk to people at work, laugh with people at work, and joke with people at work I would NOT survive my 8 hour shift. This has never been an issue...until today. I was talking and then all the sudden I get "shh-ed" by the lady that sits behind me. I was sure she was just joking. Boy, was I wrong. I was asked to put together this plastic paper organizer thingy and I was happy to do it. My fingers slipped and I dropped the plastic parts on the ground and it was a bit noisy. The lady turns around and says very rudly, "WOW, who is being SO loud?" Since she had made a few comments to herself (that I could hear) I knew at this point she wasn't kidding. She was bluntly being rude to me. I am not used to people being rude to me. I consider myself a kind person and normally people are kind back. I was a bit upset about this situation. I almost started crying and had to walk out and hide in the bathroom until I could compose myself. My chest even broke out in hives (lovely, I know) as it tends to do when I get upset. I went back to my desk, told my supervisor the situation, and luckily it was already in some plans for her to move desks. What a blessing. So after that I was still upset, but I was moving on. Then I remembered I had brought my Ensign (church magazine, for those who don't know) to work with me this morning. I cannot tell you what a blessing it was for me to read a uplifting talk during my lunch break. I honestly had no idea why I was bringing my Ensign with me to work when I left my house this morning. There are times in my life where I know without a shadow of a doubt that my Heavenly Father loves me. It's through his tender mercies and love that I survive each day. He reminds me that even though bad things happen and people aren't always kind, that I get to decide how I react and how I handle situations. I am grateful for Him and for the love I feel in my life because of Him. I am forever blessed and forever grateful to know that my Redeemer lives and to have the sure knowledge that he loves me.


Popular posts from this blog

The Prayer of a Teacher After the First Day of School.

I cried today. Lately, I haven't been much of a cryer. My mom will tell you that it takes a lot to make me cry. Today I cried. I cried because today was the first day of school. I am exhausted. My feet hurt, my face is greasy, and I'm not sure how I smell. I smiled as 22 brand new students walked into classroom 120. I felt the high energy of the kids who wished summer was at least another month longer. I tried to explain the rules and procedures but forgot how difficult that can be. This year will prove to be the biggest challenge in my teaching career. I miss my kids from last year, still. I hope the impact they've left on me will never change. Today, I write down a prayer for myself and for all my teachers out there. I pray that I will make a difference. I pray that tomorrow when the routines begin that I will give direction with clarity. I pray that I will find something to love about each one of my students. I pray I don't forget the good kids while I'm focusin…

Coming to an end.

Considering my last post was in October, this morning I woke up and finally wanted to let the fingers type and do the talking. Since October my life has changed and I have grown so much. I always knew I wanted to be a teacher and I also always knew that I have both of my parents running through my blood. What this means for me is that I have this incredible drive to push myself to limits that haven't been set. My beautiful mother gave me passion for education. She constantly sets the example of the most excellent educator and one day I hope to be as successful as she is and was in the classroom. My mother gave me the realistic expectations that come with teaching, such as not always getting my way or having things work out in the way I would like them to. Bless her soul for being my constant supporter. My father gave me the drive to work hard and to never give up. He works construction and there hasn't been one thing that he hasn't finished once he set his mind to it. He …

Me + Christ = More

I haven't blogged in awhile. I think a lot of my blogs in the past year have started out that same way. I couldn't tell you why this is so, but it is. As I think of where my life is right this second there are millions of thoughts rushing through my head. About a year ago my life changed when I made some difficult decisions and accepted my life and who I was. 
I often get lost in my thoughts when I think of how I wish I could be more of something. Sometimes I want to be more healthy. Sometimes I want to be more athletic. I want to be more energetic for my students. I want to be more caring. I want to be more loving. I want to be more accepting. I want to be more Christ-like. I want to be more involved with my siblings. I want to be more accepted. I want to be more of a better team player for my teachers. I want to be more this and more that. I want to be more. A very wise person told me to lower my expectations of myself. As an educator this had a huge impact. I set very high …