I Said Yes

You know that definitive kind of moment when you are asked to do something, and you are opening your mouth to say no when you realize that you can’t? Instead you say, “I’ll think about it.” Later you wonder why on earth you didn’t manage to say no when that was what you really meant to say. You keep your promise to think about it, but everything within you still shouts an unequivocal no.

But then somehow (you’re not even quite sure how), the tide begins to turn, and eventually your no turns into an unexpected yes.

You have no idea what I am talking about?

Well, I’m glad I said yes to teaching these fourteen delightful children.

(It was hat day for February Fun. We also note Mr. Camera-Shy hiding behind his desk lid).

I wasn’t so sure that I wanted to teach school again, especially not at Weavertown. When I finally said yes to teaching there again, it was from a sense that it was the right thing to do, not from any desire that I had to do the job. I imagined that somehow by the time school started I might feel at least a bit of excitement.

August came. Excitement did not. I prepared for school mechanically. A wise friend of mine said, “You will be fine as soon as you see those children walk through your classroom door.”

I figured she was probably right. But I had no idea how right she was until my students entered the classroom on the first day of school and I could scarcely stop smiling. I didn’t expect to be so completely smitten from the very first day.

Just think of what I would have missed if I had said no.

I’m glad I didn’t miss this:


Or this:


And now it’s February, and I can’t believe that I am still so much in love with this job that I so nearly refused to take. I’m glad God didn’t let me say no.