The First 6 Weeks of School. It’s an old book, used first by my aunt who was a teacher and then passed on to me. I remember the principles set forth, those first 6 weeks establishing routines and how the class will run the rest of the year. The importance of putting in time those first 6 weeks on these seemingly insignificant things so that learning can really take place later on.
and this first week was full of interruptions. and there was no ‘first 6 weeks’ routines established. just lots of tears and pleas and prayers. (and rebellion and complaining; “This is Not what i planned for today!” -to be quite honest)
the routines will come, i will learn this new place and pace.
but the pleas and prayers-nothing insignificant about that-and how necessary it is for the real learning within to take place.
and this new transition brings with it attack on my identity-as change often can. and that still small voice whispered often…..
this first week my Teacher/Shepherd has established what remains the same as always:
His word is my comfort
His ear is always available
His judgments are just
His grace all sufficient