Today I feel like bragging. I wish I could think of a better word than bragging, but since it is essentially what I will be doing, the word itself will suffice. Words, however, will fail me as I attempt the action because I am quite certain that I am not word-savvy enough or poetically equipped to properly brag about my best friend, but one can try.
I am undeniably, incredibly proud of my best friend. The reasons for this are unlimited, but for the sake of writing a blog and not a book, I will limit myself to one particular area of her life, her job. She is a teacher. A wonderful teacher. Her teaching ideas and commitment to children alone make her great and make me proud, but what makes me proudest regarding her job is who she is when she is there. Daily, I hear stories and occurrences that happen in her school. Sometimes, they make me laugh at the candidness of children. Sometimes, it breaks my heart at what some of those children endure. Sometimes, they frustrate me because of the lack of professionalism. But always, they make me proud of my best friend. My best friend loves on those children. Even if she couldn't teach the material, I sincerely believe she would be changing them. I hear how she loves those children in the way she talks about them- always with respect and compassion. When I hear a story about a little boy or girl who doesn't receive love at home, I am so thankful that they are one of her students because I know that that child will not walk away without knowing how it feels to be loved. I am so proud of my best friend.
A couple weekends ago, at church, the man speaking told three stories he remembered from school. None of those stories reflected positive recollections of teachers. I found it sad that he had such experiences while in school, due to what his teachers did and said, but at the same time, I was proud because sitting next to me was my best friend and she is a loving, compassionate teacher. And when the time comes for her students to recall their childhood education, they will find nothing bad to say about the teacher who loved them.
I am undeniably, incredibly proud of my best friend. The reasons for this are unlimited, but for the sake of writing a blog and not a book, I will limit myself to one particular area of her life, her job. She is a teacher. A wonderful teacher. Her teaching ideas and commitment to children alone make her great and make me proud, but what makes me proudest regarding her job is who she is when she is there. Daily, I hear stories and occurrences that happen in her school. Sometimes, they make me laugh at the candidness of children. Sometimes, it breaks my heart at what some of those children endure. Sometimes, they frustrate me because of the lack of professionalism. But always, they make me proud of my best friend. My best friend loves on those children. Even if she couldn't teach the material, I sincerely believe she would be changing them. I hear how she loves those children in the way she talks about them- always with respect and compassion. When I hear a story about a little boy or girl who doesn't receive love at home, I am so thankful that they are one of her students because I know that that child will not walk away without knowing how it feels to be loved. I am so proud of my best friend.
A couple weekends ago, at church, the man speaking told three stories he remembered from school. None of those stories reflected positive recollections of teachers. I found it sad that he had such experiences while in school, due to what his teachers did and said, but at the same time, I was proud because sitting next to me was my best friend and she is a loving, compassionate teacher. And when the time comes for her students to recall their childhood education, they will find nothing bad to say about the teacher who loved them.
I mentioned earlier that I was limiting this blog to just one reason that I am proud of my best friend in an effort to reduce the length, but find even in writing about this one reason, I am having to limit myself because there are so many reasons to be proud within the one. I also mentioned that words would probably fail me as I wrote. Reading back what I have now written, I can honestly say that my words have failed miserably. All I know is that my best friend is changing lives with her love and I am proud of her. I'm pretty sure Jesus is too. :)
Week 3: Shi Weihan was sentenced to three years in prison for printing Bibles to give away. Pray God's Word spreads.
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