Ethan got a new companion. Fresh off the plane. The mission has got 87 missionaries in the last month. During Covid they had shrunk down to 38! So crazy! Barcelona is getting a temple and the mission is splitting in July so they will have 3 in the country. So exciting. E is a zone leader. He’s been in the country for 3 weeks and said he doesn’t even know how to do missionary work in 🇪🇸 but that he’d figure it out.
Last night Rob and I went to the temple. I was super tired after a kind of awful day at work and thought when I got home I’d just tell him we couldn’t go. When I walked in the door there he was wearing his suit, holding his bag, ready to go. So I didn’t say anything and off we went. It turned out to be a nice evening and just the balm I needed. Our world is so crazy! And the contrast between the chaos of the world and the peace of God is so severe. I guess we can’t have the sweet without the bitter.
Tel Aviv had a terrorist attack yesterday.
The war rages on.
Middle school (insert head shake) can be a zoo. Two days ago we had a boy, 6th grade, who went to the bathroom to enjoy himself. Another boy heard and decided it was a good idea to stand on the toilet and video.Then to air drop it to the whole school. Boy A withdrew from school, of course. Boy B got escorted off campus by the police, also of course. Then yesterday two 8th graders decided to one up that and filmed themselves romantically using the bathroom and posted it to insta. When I sat in the celestial room I was praying and repenting…as those two things go hand in hand, and I apologized to God for the wickedness of the kids. These things hurt my heart. Not because I think they (the kids) are bad, but because they are living in a way that will bring them sorrow.
Another middle school saga. Race is such an issue. Like you would not believe it, I can not believe it. I am regularly called racist for the dumbest and not even race related things. Today I was racist for breaking up a fight between two girls outside of my classroom who are the same race as each other but different than mine. And for asking a boy to sit down and not yell out in class. Good times.
I do not regret my decision to teach this year. I’ve liked parts of it and like making $. I do not regret not teaching next year either. It is emotionally and spiritually exhausting. Plus we are taking a cruise in September to Alaska! And maybe a trip to Spain in November, and what if I have a new grand in the spring? (No one is pregnant but we will soon have newlyweds in the family, and Ez is almost 2 so it’s not inconceivable). Or maybe I won’t but I feel like I should keep my calendar free just in case;)
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