My mum just reminded me of when my primary school teacher called my parents and reported I was holding students hostage 😭
We received results on a math test & you know how teachers would humiliate people who did poorly? I felt so bad for them so during break time I rounded up all the students that did bad & refused to let them go on lunch break, I decided I was going to start teaching them math *by force* & some kids were crying that they wanted to go and play. I kept asking them why they wanted to play when they were failing. I even recruited a class mate to catch kids that escaped. Omg I was a terrorist 😭
Eventually some students escaped & went to report me to the principal 😔
has anyone else experienced those moments where you’re wrestling with something internally… and God answers through a sermon, a verse, a conversation, or even a song before you ever pray about it?