Mushy Clay

Teaching! What fun! You never know the spectrum of experience in the room or the struggles/baggage that each student walks in with, unseen to the naked eye. But I watch for it….. πŸ™‚

I told you last week I was gifted the opportunity to “stand in the gap” for one of our teachers that was having surgery. What I didn’t tell was how the situation was revealed to me: too funny!

Emma Lou (Creative Director of HC) asked me if I would be able/willing to teach some classes. The scheduled instructor was unable to teach the class and they hated to cancel and disappoint the students. We could get together and she’d go over expectations and information later if it would work. She’d get with me on the dates.

Sure! Let’s face it, I have more responsibilities for living life, but very little fun. It sounded like a blast! Some view being around people as a physical drain. I must be an extrovert as people energize me. Who knew?

The next day Ellen (Creative Administrator) walked past my office and said,”Hey, Tracy, I’ve got your flights scheduled.” Ummm….I think she saw my eyes turn into saucers and grinned. “Emma Lou did ask you to teach classes in Chantilly, didn’t she?” Yes…sort of. I smiled from ear to ear. An ADVENTURE on the horizon! Yeah!

Two days of 1-1.5 hr classes, half hour between, for a total of ten classes.

I am now sitting in the hotel, getting ready to leave after my three day adventure. Even with horrible acoustics at the venue, leaving me with a voice that sounds like (according to Taylor) Della from Perry Mason, I loved every minute and am grateful for the opportunity. One of the dear students was begging me to allow her to get me something to drink as the scheduling was tight. She was such a sweetheart! I’m guessing I was blessed with around 350 lovely ladies and gentlemen with whom to share my passion for Heartfelt.

I have to laugh because, not being at Heartfelt, by bi-daily Martha hugs did not happen. Let’s just say these lovely ladies more than matched Martha’s mental quota :). Our Heartfelt family grew πŸ˜‰ and I am humbled to be allowed to participate.

I love meeting people and hearing about their lives. One sweet soul lost her hubby when he took his own life in August, a kindergarten teacher is struggling with the spectrum of learning abilities of her students, two parchment instructors were new to flower shaping, also a hubby and wife married for 13 years (He goes with her to scope out pricing while she’s in class. He loves her crafting and completely supports her, bringing in Burger King between classes to make sure she stayed nourished. Awwwwwwe). One mom brought in her special needs teenage daughter and they crafted together. The teen was feisty and a little mouthy to her mom. Her mom was working patiently with her. I’d walk over and helped every once in a while and told the girl,”Wow! You have such an awesome mom! She’s definitely a keeper. I wouldn’t ever trade her in if I were you.” The girl smiled really big and said,”See, mom, I told you you were great.” The very tired mom raised her eyes appreciatively. She is a saint.

I could go on, but people are my passion. Everyone has a story, just like me. At this point in time God has allowed me the opportunity to share my story, or journey, with all of you, for as long as He sees fit. The amazing thing is, every person I meet changes me, just a bit. I am this impressionable mass of…something…like clay. As people run/bump into me, they leave a mark or impression. No one gets a pass ;).

Jeremiah 18:4 “But the pot he was shaping from the clay was marred in his hands; so the potter formed it into another pot, shaping it as seemed best to him.”

I definitely feel marred at the moment and that my heavenly Dad is reshaping me. I could put my head down, close my eyes, and wait for time to pass, hoping “time will heal all wounds,” or do the scary thing: keep my eyes open, and look for the new ways God is trying to reveal Himself to me. If I look down, I will miss all of the stories walking by. How sad.

People want to share their burdens. If they can hand over, even just a tiny piece for me to lift up in prayer, maybe it’s the bit that keeps them from being crushed. I can do that but it all starts by looking up, away from myself. Then what?

I may not have much in the physical world at the moment, but I think I gave away a personal record this weekend…of smiles. The shocking fact is: I received almost as many back! When I did have a moment, the reflected smile opened the door to chapter one of that person’s story, a walking book, just waiting to be written.

I’d best get reading. Blessings!

4 thoughts on “Mushy Clay

  1. Awesome! It gets you out and meeting new people with different stories of their livesπŸ‘πŸ»πŸ˜‰

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