tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10400844.post465618523819699144..comments2023-11-05T01:35:35.796-08:00Comments on Confessions of a Christian: Half LifeAmber Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16720568154690740855noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10400844.post-78398902813786171312008-06-19T19:37:00.000-07:002008-06-19T19:37:00.000-07:00Amber,I only check this account once a year I thin...Amber,<BR/>I only check this account once a year I think, I saw you left a post and I couldn't even remember who you were. So I just happened to read this most recent blog. I'm so sorry that your heart is so heavy. I'm a High School teacher, so I know the drill of working with teenagers...and I thought I would offer up a few lessons. <BR/>Years ago when I was working on my Master's program I had to do a practicum where I followed one student and created a theraputic program. His name was Alan and I adored this kid. He became a part of my family. Four years after the practicum I took a job teaching at the high school instead of the middle school. He was there and I was thrilled to be able to see him through high school. Except he took his life my first year there. I was completely devastated. I had remained close with his dad so I was able to read the letter he wrote where he stated that there couldn't possibly be a God, otherwise he wouldn't have hated himself so much. I thought I had failed him. I hadn't shown him who Christ was through my actions, he couldn't see the way that Jesus was so loving, and kind, and unconditional. I spent months thinking about what a lousy witness I was. That summer when school was out I spent quite a bit of time being quiet. I found in that quiet time that I was exactly who Christ wanted me to be. You see...we may never see the fruits of what we sow. But GOD will. The weekend before Alan died I was in a funk. Looking back, I know my spirit was preparing for Monday. I spent hours looking for cool lyrics and chords to play on my guitar. I had just gotten a new Jill Phillips C.D. but interestingly enough, at that time there was only one chord chart available. A song called, "I Am". I played it at his funeral where I spoke for him. Even if he couldn't find Christ here, I am confident that he knows him now.<BR/>Blessings,<BR/>MimiMimihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09232540079864305667noreply@blogger.com