As the school year comes to a close, there is so much to take in.
You look at the faces you have poured into all year and realize how much has changed. How much they have grown. And how much of their story you were invited into for a season.
Some of it feels complete. Some of it does not.
There are lessons that landed and others you are not sure did. Conversations you wish you had handled differently. Moments you wish you could redo.
But this work was never about perfect outcomes. It was about showing up. It was about being present. About speaking life. About creating a space where growth could begin.
And even when you cannot see it clearly, something did resonate.
Not everything you planted will bloom right away. Some of it will take time. Some of it may not surface until long after they leave your classroom.
But that does not mean it did not take root. God is still working in places you will never see. So instead of holding onto what feels unfinished, I am learning to hold onto what remains.
The relationships. The small breakthroughs. The moments of connection. The quiet evidence that something meaningful happened here.
That is enough. As this year ends, I am not holding onto what I cannot control.
I am holding onto what mattered. And trusting God with the rest.
And we know that in all things God works for the good of those who love him, who have been called according to his purpose. — Romans 8:28
Grace in the Disarray 