The Love of Your Life Always Makes YOU Priority

Misty Gatlin Fitch

Why can’t life be just like the movies?  I’m not much of a movie watcher, and chick flicks aren’t typically how I prefer to spend 2 hours of my life, but I’ve seen them before.  In pretty much all of them, the guy is perfect.  He’s cute, kind, genuine, and he wants nothing more than to make his girl feel like the most special girl in the world.  Even better—he succeeds. 

He drops everything for her and treats her like more than a queen.  The thought of not being near her is too much for him to bear.  He has an elaborate proposal planned with the perfect ring; she says yes; they get married with an extravagant ceremony; money is never an issue; his priorities never change throughout their marriage.  He loves her so much that he lives to bring her joy, and she never feels inadequate in any way. …

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WARNING: May Not Be Suitable for All Audiences


I’m going to just say it, and I may or may not step on toes. . . . I had absolutely no idea about this particular movie that is coming out this weekend except for the fact my Facebook newsfeed is filled with those talking about how horrible and wrong it is.  Furthermore, I have no idea what the book/movie is about except for the horrible/wrong things that have been specified by those who are posting against it.

There’s something wrong with this picture when the only way I’ve learned anything about this book/movie has come from those who are trying to get people to turn away from it.  I probably would have never been introduced to it in the first place if it weren’t for posts like these.

And the media and “worldly” people THRIVE on controversial subjects, which makes me think the more you push to “steer clear” of such “Godless” material,  the more you are actually piquing people’s interest.

I won’t lie, because of what I keep seeing come across my newsfeed, it makes me curious to know what it’s all about.  I hate that my curiosity arises from my own brothers and sisters in Christ.  I can see how these posts can easily cause your brothers and sisters to stumble.

Friends, I ask that you please think -and pray- before posting these things.  Think about it.  Do you have children?  Do you have a preteen or teen child?  Are they on Facebook?  Are they friends of yours on Facebook?  Then, YOU are opening their eyes to this where they may or may not have seen or heard of it before.  It’s completely understandable to talk to people about your reasons for disagreeing with this particular movie if they have first brought it up, but for those who haven’t brought it up (including your own children), it might very well be because they don’t even know anything about it, which means YOU are the one responsible for opening their eyes to this world you’re condemning.

I’m not speaking on either side of this book or movie because I seriously know nothing about it, so I can’t take a stance nor do I wish to learn more about it and take a stance.  I just hate that it has been my own friends who introduced me to it in the first place.  I know it was unintentional, but I think it’s that we get so passionate about what we believe and where we stand on things, that we jump at the opportunity to voice that stance without thinking of how it might be harming the ones we’re trying to help.

A Day of Tears

Day of Tears

Feb. 11, 2015

Today has been incredibly emotional and full of tears for me.  I’ve had tears from pride all the way to tears from my heart breaking, and I’m closing out this day feeling emotionally drained to say the least.

And the Winner Is . . .

Let me preface by saying the fact that I was nominated for the LifeChanger of the Year award is enough to make my lifetime.  It feels great to be appreciated, and even better to be appreciated by someone who has actually sat in my classroom as a student, and yes I would absolutely love to be the winner of this award, but today I realized something important.

Do you see that picture above?  I received that card this morning before one of my very special students was going to walk the hall in her cap and gown because she completed her final course and is our campus’ newest graduate.  Yes, we still have a graduation ceremony at the end of the year like everyone else, but a bonus of being on a small campus is that we can do things other schools can’t.  The students and staff on our campus become somewhat of a second family, and this tradition is just something sentimental we do to acknowledge the hard work our students have done and to share in celebrating with them.  We all stand in the hallway and cheer them on as they walk down to a song they’ve chosen to play, and our principal says a few words about them at the end.  It’s such a meaningful thing for all of us.

Before our newest graduate walked down the hall, I noticed this card placed on my desk, and I read it. What I realized at that moment was that THIS . . . this right here is my award.  Whether I am recognized by the National Life Group as this year’s LifeChanger of the Year or not, I have been given this award by many students over the years, and this picture is a picture of one of my trophies.

I read it, and I cried.

I walked next door to where this student was preparing to walk.

I hugged her, and I cried.

There are no words to express the pride I felt for this young lady who has been through so much, a young lady who even a year ago struggled to imagine herself actually graduating, a young lady who has grown so greatly over the past year and who I was blessed to see the transformation she went through, and a young lady who has touched my heart and probably doesn’t even realize she’s had just as great of an impact on me as I have her.

After she walked and students went back to their classrooms, I watched as her friends and family gathered around her to take pictures.  I watched how happy she was, and I watched the plethora of teachers (even teachers from a campus across the street) come by just to see her special moment.  This girl doesn’t realize how amazing she really is and how everyone she comes in contact with is impacted by her.

I watched, and I cried.

This time they were bittersweet tears because I’m so incredibly proud of her, but the realization hit that her sweet presence will no longer be in my classroom as my student.  She is moving on to far better things, and she is going to change lives . . . but I’m sure going to miss her.

So, today I was awarded with the most recent award for being a Life Changer, and I’m completely humbled.

But that wasn’t the end of my tears.  We were still only in the first few hours of the school day.


I have another student.  I won’t lie.  I was nervous to have this student in my class because I didn’t know if I could be the teacher he needs.  I still don’t know if I can be, but I’ve become thankful he was placed with me.

This student has Tourette’s, and for those of you who think you know what that means because you’ve watched a movie where it is presented almost as a joke, then you have no idea what it is.  I didn’t completely know, but I’m learning.  He is teaching me.

This boy has one of the sweetest hearts I’ve seen, and he wants so badly to reach out to people and help them in whatever way he can.  But often he gets frustrated at the things he can’t control within himself.

This afternoon I heard something from where he was working, and it wasn’t a sound I typically hear from him, so I looked over and noticed tears falling down his cheek.  I went over to check on him, and we ended up moving to the hallway so he could talk.

He talked, and he cried.

I still didn’t know what was going on, but these weren’t small tears, so I knew it was something real.

As I listened to the boy’s words as he said he watches the other students and sees how they can sit still in a chair and how they can focus on their work, and it’s not fair that he can’t, and he just doesn’t understand why he’s like this . . . Do you understand how difficult it was for me to keep my composure while my heart was breaking to pieces for this kid all while knowing there’s nothing I can do to help him, and there’s no way I can ever find the right words to say to him?

I couldn’t keep them in for much longer.

I listened, and I cried.

Fortunately, another teacher came by right as the tears made their way to the surface, and I was able to push them back in.

Nothing for Granted

Almost daily I encounter people who remind me to never take things for granted.  To the teacher who is exhausted and looking forward to the next holiday – only to find out the holiday belongs to the students while you have a professional development day – I say to you, “Do not take the time in your classroom for granted.”  Your students need you.

To anybody reading, I say, “Do not take any part of your life for granted.”  You have no idea who needs you.

I know this post is long, and I know it kind of went from one topic to something completely different, but this was my day.  This is what it’s like most of my days.  This is why I teach.

And if you read one of me previous posts, Why Do I Teach?, you might now be able to see and better understand my final question, “What if today I decided I was too tired to come to work and stayed in bed instead?”

From Feb 6, 2015  Why Do I Teach? 

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