Stripped and hurt and the End of the Week Psalm

This represents how I felt at one point this week.

Battered

Stripped bare,

Lock put on my heart.

You see, a piece was ripped out of me

last Friday

by a fellow teacher

who is jealous of my 'wealth'

funny!

(she defines wealth in monetary terms)

and a highly dramatic student

in desperate need of anger management

 A false accusation was made.

Fortunately, three students, called in to write statements,

told the true situation

and not the emotional lie of the student.
(The incident supposedly occurred in a classroom with 30 students in it!)

In maliciousness, the teacher told him I hated him

and he came into my room

hurt, angry, and seeking revenge.

(I don't hate, not even when I was hurting profusely

from the actions of my ex and ex-best friend years ago).

Adding to the mess was the principal was on an anniversary celebration vacation,

so was not present to deal with this student.

Fortunately, the guidance counselor handled it,

and she did an outstanding job.

The situation was momentarily defused.

She's the one who got multiple statements including the accusing student's and mine.

She's the one who calmed the mother down on the phone.

She's the one who comforted me.

On Thursday the saga ended.

The teacher lied to the principal to protect herself, but supposedly to protect me

.

After ignoring me all week, she rushed to my table at professional development

and gushed all over me.

She told me she'd been called in by the principal and what she told him.

She wondered if I knew the mother was coming in to meet with the principal--

info she found out that morning--

info I had known since last Friday.

I told her that I did and refused to say any more to her.

 Just as this ivy is protected under this porch,

and supported by the wall,

so was I protected

by God

and supported by a counselor, another teacher, and a principal who believed in me.

The situation is over.

My reputation is in tact.

I did NOT hit the student.

BUT, the accusation had to be investigated.

(One aspect he did not count on is that I could not hold a book in my right hand period,

let alone hit him with it,

because of the severity of my osteo-arthritis.

I would hurt myself far more, even if I hit barehanded,

plus there would be no force whatsoever in it.

What was he thinking to accuse me of such an action?

He wasn't.

His anger was in control and anger is not particularly smart.

By the way, he is now on out-of-school-suspension

for cold-punching another student

when he(the puncher) was supposed to be leaving the room.

 He chose to do this in the cafeteria in front of about one-third of our student body

and a male teacher who subsequently hurt his knee breaking up the resulting fight.

Anger renders this kid's ability to think useless.

while having  the potential to destroy others.

.I have been clipped,

but I've still got life in me

as the bush above does.

 Just as this bush  is venturing out--

putting forth shoots and branches

so must I continue to reach out in love

even to my enemies.

Easier said than done.

 Though I feel like I was buried this past week

I still have sustenance to give out as the thyme here does.

and I must not be prickly. :)



End of the Week Psalms

Here are some Psalm 'clips' that are intermittently at the bottom

of my Psalm pages in my Bible.

Lord, You are not only God, but You are my God.

Psalm 50:7

God, send Your light and Your truth, and let them lead me.

Let them bring me into Your presence.

Psalm 43:3

God, all of my hope and my expectation are in You.

Psalm 39:7

Blessings to you as you enjoy your weekend.