Make the Most of Me

Over the years I have had a lot of random jobs.  Seriously, check out this list:

1. Silk cutter and reed box assembler for a woodwind instrument supply company
2. Lifeguard
3. Packer for a moving company
4. Elementary and middle school substitute teacher
5. Waitress
6. College cafeteria dish room worker
7. Sales associate at a Pfaltzgraff outlet
8. Church equipping ministries intern
9. Teaching assistant for an elementary school reading program
10. Administrative assistant for a beverage magazine
11. Human Resourses representative at Bloomingdales and Morgan Stanley
12. College career counselor
13. Front desk assistant at a pediatric office

And now I will be adding to that list preschool ESL (English as a Second Language) instructor in Mexico City.  I certainly never would have guessed when I graduated with a bachelors degree in Psychology and masters degree in College Counseling that I would end up here, but the opportunity to work at my son's preschool a few hours a week kind of got thrown in my lap.  

To tell you the truth I'm a bit nervous about it.  It's not that I'm intimidated by preschoolers.  And yes, I certainly know how to speak English, but teaching preschoolers it is not exactly my field.  Plus, for the first time I will be in a situation where communicating with my coworkers is going to be a serious challenge, as they only speak Spanish, and although my grasp of the language has certainly improved over the last year it is still definitely lacking.  Nonetheless, next week I'll be jumping in head first.  We'll see how it goes.

In the meantime, this song keeps running through my head:

Make the Most of Me - Marie Miller

On my own, I'm afraid to step out on the sea. 
All alone, no mountain will move for me. 
But you breathe your life into my soul. 
You take away the impossible. 

I can feel your mystery moving in my hands and feet 
Leading me through disbelief, finding strength when I feel weak. 
You make the most of me. You make the most of me. 

With you here, I see sight return to the blind. 
When you're near, I can watch the dead come to life. 
You shine your light into our souls. 
You make all things possible. 

I can feel your mystery moving in my hands and feet 
Leading me through disbelief, finding strength when I feel weak. 
You make the most of me. You make the most of me. 

When I don't have the words, you will be my voice. 
When I don't understand, I will still rejoice. 
You make the most of me. You make the most of me. 

You make the most of me. You make the most of me. 

I can feel your mystery moving in my hands and feet 
Leading me through disbelief, finding strength when I feel weak. 
You make the most of me. You make the most of me. 

You make the most of me. You make the most of me.

And so, I keep praying that God makes the most of me in this situation and in general here in Mexico.  This was one of my biggest prayers before we even moved here - that somehow God would use me despite my inability to communicate.  In a very literal sense there are times when I don't have the words and I don't understand those around me.  Somehow, despite all that I'm hoping He works in me to not only teach and love these kids, but build some kind of relationship with my coworkers, the parents of the other children, and others I come in contact with in my daily life here.

I'm praying He makes the most of the little I have to give.