I woke up this morning and dressed, had my coffee, and left the house to teach my sunday school class as usual - a group of fourth graders. Wonderful kids. Kind and eager to learn...just having some trouble turning in their homework sometimes. I got to class, sat at my small, humbling desk which is next to the other assisstant teacher's and smaller than the kids. I was greeted and collected to the homework, got up and worked on a worksheet with them on the smartboard. Then sat down to grade the homework sheets. Sameold stuff.

Then the deacon-in-training came in. He talked to my class about the holyspirit, and how you should pray for him if you need help. And the head teacher of the class chimed in.

I decided to share my story with the class - it made me emotional, but it felt good. He said that I should share my story and said I was an excellent witness to God. Then my kids gave me hugs, and I felt so happy. I love my class. I love getting up every Sunday to teach and go to church with them.

I want to make a positive impact on as many kids as I can. It gives me something to live for. It gives me life and strength.

Thank you, God, for giving me such an amazing purpose in life and the chance to use my experiences to help make a change in others' lives.