Since Christmas, I've been reading Ezekiel.
Hard words for hard times.
Ezekiel breaks my heart and troubles my spirit and calls me to pray.
I don't take it lightly.
That being said, I am not playing fast and loose with scripture here.
I recognize the ramifications of this verse for Ezekiel, that God is preparing him for one tough assignment.
While I don't consider my assignment to be equivalent in the truest way,
Ezekiel 3:9 still speaks to me as I prepare to go back to school as both teacher and student.
Not gonna lie--this year's group is one of those groups.
The ones that come along every few years and make all teachers question their callings and lament society in general.
Individually, some are sweet, but collectively, they are trying.
Add to them some graduate school courses that look like doozies and my stomach sinks.
When all is said and done, I want to have been obedient, even if I can't see the results.
So I am asking for flint and diamond,
a "forehead" stronger than their disinterest,
an impenetrable wall to keep out discouragement, a shield for the battle,
I'm moving forward, after all.