I’m emotional just typing this post.

That does not bode well for my speaking engagement this weekend. My eyes are probably going to puddle for my entire 40 minute slot.

Let me back up a bit.

From 2003-2005, I taught 5th grade in Jackson County. I have never loved sixty small people as much as I loved those kids. I prayed for them every day. I hugged them, cried with them, and let them get away with way more than I should have because gosh darn it, they were the cutest.

But I never openly shared the Gospel with those kids. [I hope I shared the Gospel every day with my life, but you know what I mean.]  I taught in a public school and I believe in respecting the laws of separating church and state.

Over the last seven years, I have returned to Jackson County once or twice a year for sports events or graduations or just because I miss my friends. I love that place.

In January, I got an email from a girl in Jackson County who works at the Static Student Mall, an outreach to teenagers in that county. She had seen my book and wanted to know if I would come speak at an event.

To summarize: I am speaking Saturday, about Jesus, to high school girls in Jackson County.

Look at the math. My 5th graders? They are now 11th and 12th graders.

THE SAME GIRLS THAT WERE 5TH GRADERS IN MY CLASSROOM WILL BE HIGH SCHOOLERS IN THE AUDIENCE.

If you are a teacher or have ever been a teacher, I bet you can imagine the multiple heart explosions I’ve had thinking about the opportunity I have been given on Saturday. Even explaining it to my co-workers at Mocha Club yesterday made me tear up.

In fact, I can’t hardly think about it without crying and whispering to God, “You have exceeded my dreams… You are always good to me… You saw this all along… You. Are. The. Best… Thank You…” Et cetera, et cetera, et cetera, until I can no longer form sounds due to the tears.

In my little heart and in my short little life, this is one of the biggest deals ever.

THIS is a dream come true.

  • Will you pray for me? Will you pray that the words of my mouth and the meditation of my heart will be pleasing to God?
  • Will you pray for the girls in the crowd?
  • Will you pray for my students who I have invited and hope to see?
  • Will you pray for my teacher friends who will be in the audience as well?

I speak at 1pm EST on Saturday. If you would just set an alarm to pray for even one minute, it would mean so much to me.

This may be the most important speaking opportunity I will ever have.

May God be glorified.