I am a firm believer that God teaches us through challenges. We just have to know when we’re being taught and be smart enough to understand the lesson.
For example, I believe His effort to teach me patience started a long time ago when I took up showing cattle at the 4-H Fair. Many hours of my springs and summers were spent coaxing cows into a halter and gaining their trust so they’d follow me around like a dog on a leash.
What about patience in parenting? We have two beautiful children. Beautiful is the operative word on some days. Patience should be my virtue by now, right?
When the director of our church’s religious education program called this fall asking if I’d consider teaching Sunday school, I promise, I did hesitate – a little – before saying yes. (My entire family and best friend are shaking their heads, “Sure ya did, Katie. Sure ya did.” I have a very hard time saying no.)
I teach the second grade class preparing for First Confession and First Communion. Big deals in the Catholic Church. Lord forgive me, but I’m questioning if I’m Catholic enough for this task.
Of 11 students, eight are energetic boys who know Sunday school isn’t like regular school. No threat of the principal’s office or detention hangs over their heads. Yet, just when I think I’ve lost complete control, a student will make an innocent, profound observation about faith. It’s God’s weekly reminder to me that He is always there and my lessons in patience will never end.
Read more 30 Day blogs starting with My Generation. And follow more of my 30 Days of the Not So Glamorous Life of this Farm Wife:
- 30 Days of the Not So Glamorous Life of this Farm Wife
- Day 1: Hunger Games. Hungry Planet.
- Day 2: Chili, Children, & Checkers
- Day 3: My Very Fairy Farm Princess
- Day 4
- Day 5