This Time, I'm Really Thankful!

These people are the BEST! I LOVE MY CALLING! It used to be a job, not a calling. We used to have to sign a contract that we wouldn't grow a beard (I didn't) and that we would wear pantyhose (I did most of the time). Teaching seminary is the best calling in the whole world. Don't get me wrong, it's a brutal calling but it is so so so rewarding. I've been teaching seminary for 5 years. (I don't count the year I taught 20 years ago when I was pregnant with Trammell.) And just so you know, it DOESN'T get easier. NO! I am NOT a morning person! NO! It's not easy to get uup. NO! I am not a scriptorian. I have taught for five years and I have no knowledge to show for it. My alarm is set for 4:25. I wake up on my own between 4 and 4:15. Every morning is the same. I wake up. I stumble to the bathroom. As I walk by the mirror, I look into it and say, "I'm going to die." Cuz it really feels that way. I start my morning prayer in the shower. It starts off with alternating please to let me die and then the reverse, "please let me survive." I'm not really in a brgaing position so survival is the best I can hope for. By the time I am rubbing shampoo in my hair, I can tell that the Lord is going to keep me on earth a while longer and I have no choice but to continue forward. So I continue my prayer and ask for the Spirit to be in our class and to help me know what to say and more importantly what NOT to say. By the time I get out of the shower, I am on to praying for the individual members of our class. As I finish drying my hair and about the time I am putting on mascara, I am back to pleading for my own cause. It never changes. It's not exactly a rote prayer because it just sounds so desperate. By the time seminary starts, I feel half human. By the time it's over, I am so, so, so grateful that I GET to teach/learn from them. I love each and every person in the class. I love the scriptures. We laugh. We cry. We play games. We do skits. We bear testimony. The Spirit is always in attendance. I and I won't lie! I LOVE the forced scripture study. I don't think that I would normally spend 2 hours a day studying the scriptures in addition to the one hour of teaching. I just wish I could remember the stuff I study. But I will say that studying the scriptures brings such peace to my heart. Teaching seminary is a priviledge. It doesn't get any better than this! I am truly thankful for this calling.