I want to thank God for giving me the health to once more give my time, my talents, and my servicing heart to my community, its children and a school that I love dearly. It had been so long since I was able to see "my kids".
When I walked in on Day One, I knew right then and there that I was sorely missed by the children that I work with for Reading. They ran up almost in tears, hugging me and telling me how much they missed and loved me. Some were begging me to come to class to help them.
God has really blessed me in that area. I'm doing things that I love. Without money-pay. But I AM paid. My heart is full of love for the kids and they bring me so much joy when they meet DIFFICULT goals (my kids have major problems in Reading).
My eye held me back for many months (as did Winter's wrath). But God made sure I was patient. He let me know to wait it all out and that I would go back at that perfect moment. And in the end, I certainly did. With good reason.
I am not as apt to get an infection in my eye, get sick around others, and can openly enjoy myself free from worry while I'm there "working".
God is good, all the time. And He knows what's best. And I thank Him for the blessings of having kids that aren't mine to know that no matter what, someone cares about them, is concerned about them, and are loved.