.Loved Relentlessly.

Once again, time has slipped away since my last blog post.  Days have begun to blur together recently, as the end of the year approaches for Peachtree.  Songs are being learned, a script is being written, all that has been taught and received in the last two semesters is almost ready to culminate in an end-of-year program and performance.  The process...and laboring...will produce a product.  It's beautiful, really. This year has taught me much...and I thought I was the teacher.  So funny, the notion that any of us are really teachers.  We are all the taught , we are all the learning, we are all the growing.  Standing in front of a classroom of children, something comes out of one of their mouths and a revelation of the Kingdom that I've never heard before breaks my heart with its reality.  Once again I realize how much I have left to learn, and because of this I love the title of "teacher".  I love the daily opportunity to be taught. I've been teaching mys