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There's Always Something

I've always wanted to blog.  I really don't know the kind of blogger I'll be.  I know the really good ones make you feel like the words come to life.  I don't think I'm one of those.  But I hope that somewhere in my awkward combinations of letters that form words, and strings of words that form sentences, maybe something beautiful will happen.  Perhaps a memory will be saved or a revelation found, a thought explored or a brokenness revealed and then restored.  I hope mostly that this space is real.

I'm a full time wife to JJ, a full time mom to Natalie and Virginia (Meimei) and a full time high school mathematics teacher at a Christian school.  I'm a part time sound technician and part time coach.  And as I'm learning on this journey, I'm a lot of other things, too.

I've only been teaching high school math for a little over a year.  But as it turns out "high school math teacher" isn't an apt description for what I, and any of the other teachers I work with, do on a daily basis.  I teach, of course.  But also at any given moment I'm a mentor, a friend, a shoulder to cry on, a colleague, a counselor, the counseled, a disciplinarian, a janitor, and a number of other things I haven't discovered yet.  I do know this: it's where I'm meant to be.  At this moment I know for certain that God has called me to this place that I get up and go to every morning, I know for certain that as much as I can teach my students, I can learn from them as well.

Between all of these things, there's always something.  And in the something perhaps something beautiful will emerge.


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