over and out

it's finished. i'm done.

the relief that comes with that statement is so incredibly overpowered by the broken feeling in my heart.
i'm sitting in books-a-million, and tears are flowing down my cheeks as i think about everything that i'm leaving.

to my kids. you are my heart. you have been for the past two months. you have been my life. and you are the reason that i got up each morning. teaching you has been the most incredible experience of my life. you have taught me more than i could ever hope to teach you. you have shown me how to be a better teacher, and that it's possible for Jesus to love so many people at once through my heart. i didnt think i could do it, i didnt think it would be possible.

i cannot wait to see what you are like when you are grown up. i cannot wait to see what you all become, and how He uses you in this world. i cannot wait to say "i knew them, i got to hang out with them for two months and teach them and love them and know them..."

i wish i could sum up this experience in a short, concise and sensible way. but there is too much. my heart is full, and my heart is broken. broken for the call that the Lord has allowed me to pursue, and full from the realization that i get to do it. broken for the students i'm leaving in rock hill, and full from the opportunity i've had to know them. broken for the million other things i can learn in order to become a better teacher, and full from what i've learned in this short amount of time...

i love you. i mean it. i'll think about you for the rest of my life, i'll pray for you, i'll miss you and our time together. every day.

thank you for letting me know you. thank you for opening your hearts to me. thank you for loving me. thank you...