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No Day Like Today


Yesterday I taught the worst lesson that I've ever given as a teacher so far. The kids weren't with me, the didn't want to listen, and the couldn't seem to understand the concept I was teaching. There are many excuses I could make of why the lesson went the way it did. It could have been that it was Friday, or my lesson wasn't as engaging as it could have been, or even that the kids decided they just didn't care about math yesterday. I got in my car after I left the school and I wanted to cry. I think we all need to be humbled in our own ways sometimes. I have a love for teaching that is engrained in my soul. It's probably genetics, there are many educators on both sides of my family. I have a love for teaching and then in that one lesson I questioned that love. I knew that it was just one lesson, but I was still so upset. I feel like that's the way a lot of people feel about Heavenly beings. When the love of our Savior is apparent it is easy to do what is right. We are happy and we realize that we are so blessed by the love Heavenly Father has for us. In the moments of weakness and when things aren't going right we question that love of the Savior. Why? We know of his love, it's engrained in our hearts. Yet, we still question why bad days, bad things, or things that don't seem fair happen. I needed the reminder yesterday that when bad things happen, one thing always stays the same. Heavenly Father and Jesus Christ love us with a love that is infinite. We need to remember that all the time, not just when things are going right. I feel the same way about teaching. I need to love it, not just when I'm giving excellent lessons.

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