My feelings...the start of school

Every year that I get to teach it seems I always have the same feelings at the beginning. Feeling overwhelmed at what is about to happen. Am I going to be able to make students understand what they need to? Am I going to truly give over my life and be the person that they need me to be? There is so much to do and say. I just don't know. But there is one thing that is different this year. The difference is that I understand so much more than I think I have ever about teaching. I understand more about this culture that I am living and working in, about what it takes to really see 6th graders where they are. I am not sure how to best explain, but I feel that this year is going to be monumental and truly count towards the rest of my life. Not just in the hum of the everyday teaching, but in what God has planned for me.

Waiting and waiting some more. This is what I feel like it comes to. Being patient and trying to truly listen to what it is that he wants from me. How do I know? How do I discern? I think I just have to wait and see!