Seeing His hand

My students having fun on our class field trip To be honest, it has been an incredibly hard year. Well, 11 months. 11 months ago I graduated from college. I left San Marcos for home. I came back to the place I grew up, to take time to figure out what I wanted to do next, because when I left San Marcos all I knew was that God was pulling me back home even though I thought I was supposed to go elsewhere. So, I came back to my dorm sized high school bedroom. I came back to a community that had changed in the four years that I had been gone. Family, friends, life in the twin cities had changed. It was a bit of a shock because even though I was coming back to familarity, nothing was the same. Coming back I got plugged into serving middle schoolers at River Point Church. That was the first big change for me (besides trying to fit my apartment in my bedroom). My time there was wonderful. My position changed a lot over the course of the 7 months that I went there. Now I'm simply hel...

The bell rings at 7:45 and off the soldiers go. Dragging along to their first mission of the day. Where they will gain valuable knowledge for the years to come, even if they don’t believe that. I stand a few feet away reminding them that they are to be quick in getting where they need to go, that no one will wait for them because we have a ton to do. Suddenly there is a soldier struggling. Pulling, yanking, trying to overcome their problem, but it’s just not happening. They strain and try, try, and try again. She turns to look at me with pleading eyes. I step forward to help her. I listen to the problem, try to remedy the situation only to be in the same predicament. The late bell rings and I walk the soldier to her mission field and tell the leader about her problem. They nod in understanding. As I leave, the soldier tells me a new piece of information. I take hold of it with hope and go back to the problem. Thanks to that change of information I am able fix the problem immediate...