I have it: end-of-the-year teacher brain. Last Friday it manifested itself by telling the students about Goldilocks and the two dwarves. Today it kept leaving the last letter off of the words I wrote on the board. And a whole pot of coffee couldn’t fix it.
So, I guess the last few weeks of school come down to this: laugh, love the kids, forgive them their faults, don’t be too proud to ask them to forgive mine.
At the end of the day, it’s not my strength getting me through the day — it’s God’s. It’s not my grace to give others — it’s his. It’s not my love and mercy — it’s the love and mercy from his never ending store.
And that’s how I’m going to make it through the rest of the semester.
And God is able to make all grace abound toward you, that you, always having all sufficiency in all things, may have an abundance for every good work. 2 Corinthians 9:8