It’s funny how life’s journey can bring you to so many places and to so many people. Over the past 6 years I have spent my time at a wonderful school community where I have made many new friends and worked with many hard-working and dedicated people. I consider myself blessed to have met and traveled part of my faith journey with them. They lifted me up and supported at a time in my life that I needed lots of love, compassion and understanding.
Saying thank you is just a portion of the gratitude and respect I owe to so many of them. My heart maybe saddened to leave them, but my soul rejoices because of knowing them. I know that when “God closes a door He always opens a window.” That is why I know my work is complete at this place.
It seems ironic to me that I first started off in a small room nestled away in the library. At first it felt funny to be away from the mainstream hustle and bustle of changing classrooms, but one day I noticed something.
There were these beautiful, framed pictures of individual women on my walls. One day I took a closer look and found out it was pictures of the Blessed Mother depicted from different cultures. They were amazing and each one more exquisite than the next, showing the inner beauty of Our Lady.
I knew at that moment, this is where God wanted me to be and that He sent His mother to watch over me as I began my new teaching position.
As each year progressed in my new teaching home, I moved to a bigger room in the center of the hustle and bustle. This is where I was able to meet and mingle with more faculty and staff.
These years were the best, as I was able to make more progress in establishing a new life in Florida. The many teachers I had a pleasure to talk with, share with and get to know more fully were the cornerstone for helping me feel normal again after our ordeal in New Orleans.
Being able to share in their many gifts, talents and blessings helped me to reconnect with a new insight to teaching and even to witnessing my faith with others. Their friendships were just another of God’s way of giving me the time to heal and strengthening me for the future that lies ahead.
My soul has been blessed on its’ journey to know these individuals. In my heart I know I will always be indebted to them for their kindness and compassion. I will surely miss them on a day-to-day basis, but know we will keep in touch.
As my time here comes to an end I am shown once again how much my Lord loves me. My journey has taken me back to the place I originally started.
I am in the library again, but this time I am not nestled in the comfort of the Blessed Mother. This time I am sitting in the shadow of the Cross. Here I am reminded that I have no reason to fear what lies ahead, for He has already gone before me and made a place for me.
The circle is now complete. My work here is done. It is time to move on.
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