At least twice a year I go through piano student withdrawl. Yes, I should really be over it by now, seeing as I haven't actually taught piano for almost 4 years. September is the hardest time for me. I loved to see them starting in their new books, lots of dreams and plans and songs they wanted to learn. The other time of year that I really miss the kids is about now in January. Usually we're just starting into the recital choices, where I always let them pick their favorite songs to perform for their parents. I love the excitement on their faces when they see I've found just the coolest new song in the world, maybe from the latest Disney movie; or the look of pure joy on their faces after they master a particularly difficult song. All in all, I don't know who is more rewarded, the children who develop their skills, or the thrill I always get when someone gets to the next level.
So why did I stop? Mostly because I believe the Lord asked me to shift into something else He had for me. At the time I was being placed at the King's In to begin to connect more in the city and to be stretched, learning to love the whole body of Christ. I'm still stretching! but I have come to appreciate the many parts of the Body that subconsciously I had little or no regard for, as they didn't fit into my paradigm or my small vision. I've tasted humble pie a few times as the Lord has revealed the depth and strength in some of the people far surpassing my own. Ok, and more than a few laughs as well, at myself and maybe a few others!
One little funny story that I'm sure I've told y'all at least once... picture one side of the cash register, at the counter we have a very traditional couple perched, looking intently at all the King Jameseth bibles, black cover only please, for our 5 year old. On the other side of the cash register we have the desperate father of a rebellious teenager and he's pleading for anything colorful, soul searching, basically interesting to his 14 year old! Please God, don't let them make eye contact or we'll have a Holy War right in our little store.
And then there are the half-cut street people wandering in to hassle me a little and warm their toes at the same time in the winter. One thing the Lord is working in me is less fear and more compassion for these ones. One guy came in, a little drunk, and a little intimidating, but as I just listened to him with genuine (ok maybe a little nervous) interest, he softened and explained to me that he knew he was lost on the outside, but Jesus was somewhere on the inside. And I could see it. I know Jesus has hold of him. This man is just missing the joy he could have in his life if he would surrender. We're not all that different, are we...
So I'm learning a few things to be sure, but I still miss my kids. Even if I ever taught again, I'd have to learn how to relate to this up and coming generation. Times change, and so do our assignments. Right now I'm happy where I am, even if I do get a little misty-eyed for my piano kids every once in a while.
3 comments:
Spoken like a true teacher!
You'll always be a piano teacher to me!
We've had a number of world wars in our store over versions too. I constantly feel like a peacemaker, looking for the middle road. And we have our fair of share of street people that come in for coffee. One lady fascinates me because she used to be a model and is now in her late sixties. One day, when I get the nerve to find out her story, I'll pass it on to you.
Post a Comment