My students loved it when I graded on the curve. As a teacher, I accepted that if no one got a perfect score on the test, then a little adjustment was required. Consider it “educational grace.”
I spent seventeen years in a high school classroom. As the years progressed, I became more and more lenient. A note from Mom meant you got an extra day to finish your homework. I started grading student work in pencil, rather than bleeding in red all over their words and hearts.
Life will either soften you to the humanity in others, or you become jaded and untractable.
I want to be a sponge, not a rock. I want to be a safe place to land, not a stumbling block.
God has softened me to the brokenness in others by providing me some painful “field trips.” Over the last 6 years, I’ve experienced miscarriage, sickness, and depression. I’ve grieved the loss of loved ones, and I’ve walked with those who are grieving.
I’ve hit rock bottom and found that God is still there.
Learning is a gift… even when pain is your teacher…
I am honored to be sharing over at Holly Barrett’s blog today for “Testimony Tuesday.”