I’m not normally a person who spends much time looking back. When a season of life ends I haven’t been one to think there was much benefit in dwelling on the past. And, now that I am settled back into Crossville, I have a lot to do as soon as Memorial Day is over: find temporary work, visit old friends, renew my passport…
Besides, both James and Blake should be leaving Crossville in a few weeks: James to New York and Blake to Knoxville. So, I want to spend as much time with them as I can.
For the last month I have really been looking forward to leaving Nashville. Having grown up in Los Angeles and Atlanta, I am pretty much over big cities. What I wasn’t expecting was the difficulty I had saying goodbye to some of the people at the school. There I got to know a couple of truly dedicated, professional young ladies who should be considered a “dream team” for any employer.
Then there are the kids. I will miss all of them, even the ones I struggled with. Friday was a half-day when we all signed t-shirts and played games. I gave my squirt-gun to Dakota who was the first to soak me with a water balloon a few days ago. Rachael even said “goodbye”. Each of the kids gave me a hand-made card saying “goodbye” in their own ways. The school gave me presents of a shopping bag full of animal crackers and hand sanitizer as well as a digital picture frame.
But, most of all, I think I’ll miss Charley, the youngest child in the school. Charley may be all of 5 years old. As I sat in the lunchroom watching the parents pick up their kids for the last time, Charley climbed into my lap and put her head against my chest. “I’m going to miss you, Mr. Davis,” she said in a sad little voice. I thought, “How sweet.” And, then, Charley looked up into my face, her little eyes full of tears, and said, “I will cry all the way home.” Her mother was standing a few feet away and she began to cry. “I’ve never seen Charley look so sad,” she said.
An organization in China has told me to pick several cities where I’d like to work and they will place me in a university. A university in Saudi Arabia wants more information from me. A school in East Timor wants to know if I’d come over there. And, my friend in Izmir, Turkey wants me to come to Izmir by the end of June.
Many possibilities. I could use some prayer for this. There is only one of me and I want to be in the one place I need to be.
“The mind of man plans his way but the Lord directs his steps.” (Proverbs 16:9).
Lord, direct my steps.