Let's see...where did we leave off yesterday?
Oh, yes. K. telling me there were some "negatives"...
That's when she said, "Well, there's been a few negatives. I wanted to talk to you about that, is now an okay time?"
Immediately my thoughts went to some sort of misbehavior on The Pal's part.
What it turned out to be, left more of an impact than any sort of teenage shenanigans.
She told me that this year's curriculum was "Theology of the Body". A very tender, personal, important curriculum. She filled me in on how she wasn't aware of this year's teachings. Of how she appeared to be left out of the "loop" of teachers. Of how they really wanted male/female pairs to teach these 10th graders.
(BTW, Verd would've been perfect for this. Absolutely perfect. Great with kids, incredibly strong in his marriage, his faith, his being.)
K. told me, through tears, that she took the material home opened it up to the first lesson, and saw that it was on love. She also told me, that more and more she has been realizing that everything happens for a reason...that this "stuff" with teaching was telling her she wasn't going to teach this year.
That she couldn't teach this year.
Now...remember this. I'll come back to it.
The night before the appreciation dinner (where this conversation took place), was the family mass "kick-off" for this year's religious education. After the mass, I was frustrated with the way things were handled, with how it was organized. The Mr. had his own frustrations. At one point he leaned over to me and stated, "There are no male teachers."
During my rant about organization, my wonderful husband looked at me and said, "You're right...but, if you want there to be change, you should probably get involved."
I concurred and stuck that little discussion back in the recesses of my brain. "Get involved? Hmmm...maybe some other year. Or, you know, maybe not."
Back to the conversation with K.
So, while K. was tearfully telling me her difficulties and her reservations with teaching, my mind was beginning to go. I was thinking, "This is it. This is how I can help her!" Then she turned to me and said, "Will you teach for me this year?"
"Yes." Was my unwavering, immediate response.
It was only later, that I realized the gift God had given me.
All wrapped up, with a nice little bow, He placed in my lap an answer to my prayers to help out my sister-in-law.
And in that gift was something even more. My chance to get involved. A small resolution to the Mr's concern about there not being many male teachers.
I think about all of this, and I get so emotional. I imagine God and Verd up there in Heaven, conniving about how to get the Mr. and I involved...
Their plan appears to have worked...perfectly.