The roof of our circular classroom is being raised.
2-14-13
My trial by fire was wrapping up!
(My first two weeks at base camp, remember?)
Finally, my body had begun to make adjustments to the harsh and unfamiliar environment. Spiritually and emotionally, I was beginning to find my way. (Thanks to God’s Word, the counsel of my son, all those share times I had with my teaching partner, and various members of the trainee group.) It’s a good thing, too, for now it was time to begin the job I had been brought here to do.
My precious preschoolers!
After some rather successful planning meetings, my vision of the task I had been called upon to do, became clearer. I (a former middle school and high school teacher) would be teaching preschoolers. (Talk about making a transition!)
Once again, I had to throw myself on God’s mercy and plead with Him to help me overcome my fears of inadequacy and ignorance (fiery dart thoughts, you see). And I am happy to say that is just what He did. He reminded me that children of that age need lots of play intermingled with their learning. (I learned that the hard way after a first day of a too rigid schedule)
My teaching partner, who was a middle school teacher as well, took charge of the K-2nd graders. (One child for each grade level) She also had the blessing of homeschool curriculum, plus one of the trainees prepared a two week study for her students about the people group with which we were working. God always comes through, just when we need Him to.
Therefore,
after my teaching partner and I learned how to readjust our approach to teaching, (guided by God’s grace and mercy) our bush school was off to a promising start.
Being the Mom of a Missionary 