Open My Eyes

It was Wednesday, and it seemed like every teacher in our school had some sort of major drama to deal with. By the end of the day, we were exhausted, emotionally drained, and, to be honest, more than a little bit discouraged.

 As I scrambled to grab some food and maybe even a few moments of sweet silence and calm before church, the audio book I had playing as I drove suddenly caught my attention. It was quoting a passage from 2 Kings 6.

The context of the passage is the king of Syria’s frustrati...