Remembering what’s important

I’ve had two quite awful days, packed from dawn to late night with work, no time to breathe, and one colleague convinced that I’ve deliberately tried to disrespect his work. I came home tonight close to tears, and opened up my news reader because it’s got 467 unread messages in it. I only looked at a few — but I’m glad I did, because this piece by Meta reminded me of why I’m in this "business" in the first place, and what really matters. If I can provide room for just one student to be able to grow into this kind of ministry, I’ve done good work.