It was the start of another day, and just like most every other day I was a mess. Holding back tears, a pit in my stomach, wondering what I had been thinking taking this job. I got in my car for my short 10 minute drive to the charter school where I taught second grade and hit speed dial. "Dad. Can you pray with me?" He was probably eating his oatmeal, getting ready to walk out the door to farm - but of course he said yes. That first year of teaching, my Dad prayed with me so many mornings. But it wasn't the first time. I used to ask him to do the same in high school, would call … [Read more...]