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I had always thought myself an artist first a teacher second. My mother knew the two went hand in hand and as a teenager she must have been doing a lot of praying for parental wisdom when it came to making the helpful decision for my career choice. 

Over the years, I have found that teaching is like wanting to be a great artist.  First, I had to humble myself and realize that my real education began after I left the institution that made me feel secure. I had to realize that making mistakes was like stones in my shoe, it may hurt but there was always a solution if I took the time to empty my shoe.

I found dealing with children, peers, parents and my ego was going to take a lot of work, a lot of guidance and a lot of trust, but I always had confidence that I could do it. After all, I was an artist first a teacher second, my art always saw me through.

I became a Christ follower when I was in the 6th grade I can remember because I was so on fire that I led a classmate to the Lord that year.  Since that time God has been a part of my life and at times was so real in his answers to prayer that I am ashamed that there were and still are times that I put him on the shelf for when I need Him.

I have learned through the experiences He has given me that He answers in such creative ways that when I speak of it, people are sure I’m imagining it.
I know now that the tugging at my conscience is God speaking gently to me, for I can talk to Him any time of the day without getting on my knees, a friend who’s always at my back waiting for me to turn around.

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