One Changed Life

Busy is the new definition for normal. The month of May filled our lives with our oldest graduating from college, her roommate's wedding, our anniversary, our oldest son finishing his first year of college and our twins finishing their first year of high school. I'm tired just thinking about it again.

The year ended in a blur, but I was very much aware of the twelve seniors who graduated that same month. Ten of whom I taught. One who struggled in areas of his faith.

"I don't know if I believe there's a God," he'd said.

We talked over coffee. Actually he talked more, I listened...and prayed.

Less than an hour later, we headed back to our separate classes. I moved on to teach another subject and he to listen to another teacher.

I didn't know if I answered his questions to his satisfaction.

At graduation his mom thanked me.

"For what? I don't think I said much of what he didn't already know." I chuckled. "There are parts of Scripture he seemed to understand better than me."

"You listened to him."

I nodded as she turned to greet other well wishers about her son's graduation.

After that night, my interaction with this small group of seniors ended as well.

At least I thought so.

Two weeks ago one of the young ladies in the class contacted me.


I read the words several times. He's a Christian, now.

She ended her correspondence with, "I know you prayed for him, so I thought you'd want to know."

Our lives had moved on. God's work in his life had not.

One year, one student, one changed life.

I love what I do.