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What Being a Family Teacher Means

(written for and shared today at our annual board of director's visit to campus during our speech "life of a family teacher"):

Being a Family Teacher doesn't mean you have all the answers but that you are willing to help searching youth find them.

Being a Family Teacher doesn't always mean you are the problem solver but you are there as they encounter the obstacles no one should face alone.

Being a Family Teacher doesn't mean you will always be able to change a heart but if you are open, yours will be always touched, molded, and changed.

Being a Family Teacher doesn't mean all souls will be saved but Jesus' love will be shared and felt and His power is beyond ours.

Being a Family Teacher doesn't mean all kids will love and appreciate you but some will realize how much you care, even if it is a year later, and it will make up for the ones that don't.

Being a Family Teacher doesn't mean you have 8 kids of your own, but it certainly makes you a parent.

Being a Family Teacher doesn't mean life is always fun or like a camp experience but it is an opportunity to dig into the harsh realities of life with God's real and solid love and grace.

Being a Family Teacher isn't about having a job; it is a way of life.

Being a Family Teacher isn't about being a hero; it is about providing a springboard for each youth into a future they could not have otherwise imagined or attained.

Being a Family Teacher isn't about warm and fuzzy feelings but about real and sometimes painful moments of discovery, growing, and walking into a new way of life.

Being a Family Teacher does not mean you are a babysitter; it means you are entrusted as a healing agent with bleeding hearts and crippled spirits.

Being a Family Teacher doesn't mean you have everything it takes but that you are part of a wonderful and supportive infrastructure that together can take a really good stab at it.

Being a Family Teacher doesn't mean you always get enough sleep at night but it is the perfect opportunity to rely on the Lord for His strength, His courage, and His abilities when yours fail.

Being a Family Teacher doesn't mean life will be easy, but the adventure, the education, the experience, and the opportunities to share Christ's healing love with the youth and with each other make every day worth it.

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