Just before the bell rang on Friday afternoon, one of my students in the 9th grade told me, "We really don't deserve you, Mrs. Choate." Of course, I had just given them Oreos to solidify ABA musical form in their minds. It was easy for me to quickly reply, "Then we're even. Because I don't deserve you guys." I get to work with some amazing orchestra students, and I couldn't ask for better colleagues.
Our family is entering another season of heavier serving. More concerts. More churches. More busy weekends. More of a need to "retreat into His sweet and sustaining rest". What a sweet gift.