Tuesday, July 15, 2008

A Gracious Second Chance

I was reading Angie’s post last week on Laced with Grace called "Obedience." It's a beautiful story about second chances, and it brought to mind a gracious second chance the Lord gave to me a number of years ago. Before I continue, we need to take a trip back to 1975 (yes, I realize some of you weren’t even born yet, but try and imagine with me...).

It was late August as I arrived at school for my first day of 5th grade. I walked down the hall until I reached the two classrooms, one of which would be mine. As I scanned the student list posted outside the first classroom, I didn’t see my name. I walked across the hall to the other student list. I immediately realized the teacher’s name was not who I expected. There had obviously been a staffing change over the summer, and I had a brand new teacher. I walked in the classroom and was warmly greeted by a tall, slender, attractive woman. I remember immediately noticing her sparkly eyes and beautiful smile. Her name was Miss Bailey.

Like most kids, I was extremely impressionable at the age of 10 and from that first day, I wanted to emulate her. She was young and full of joy and creativity. Her patience seemed endless and I soon discovered she was an incredible teacher. Even the kids who had previously been more challenging were different under her teaching. (It's possible the years have diminished my memory, but I have little or no recollection of anyone getting into trouble.) We all loved her and we knew she loved us, and we wanted to do our very best to please her. I don’t ever remember enjoying school more.

Things continued to progress well as we made our way through the school year. One winter morning, after the Pledge of Allegiance, she shared that she prayed for us every morning. She then said "I thought maybe today we could all pray together." She asked us to bow our heads and then she prayed that God would be with each of us, that He would help us to pay attention, to treat each other kindly and to do our very best for Him. I remember how much I loved that. My family at that time (though moral and loving), was not walking with the Lord. This continued on for a couple of weeks. Before too long, other kids were even volunteering to pray. There was only one problem…I attended a public school.

At the time, I had no concept that praying there was considered "wrong," until one day, with much grace and respect, she explained that we weren’t allowed to do that in class anymore. I remember being a bit disappointed and confused, because it didn’t seem at all like a bad thing to me. A few weeks later, in early spring, she came in our classroom one day and said, I’m very sorry to tell you I’ll be leaving and won’t be here to finish out the school year. After reminding us the importance of being kind, doing our best and behaving well for our new teacher, she was gone...and we were heartbroken. (It was a number of years later before I made the connection between the prayer issue and her departure.) We finished out the year with a substitute teacher who was young and very sweet, but it was never quite the same.

As years continued on, I began to realize the profound impact she had on my life. I thought of her often and longed to talk to her, to know how she was doing, and to thank her for being such a strong and Godly influence.

Then, one day in 1995, because of a scheduling error with my son’s pediatrician, I found myself at their Cincinnati office, rather than the northern Kentucky office less than a mile from our home. Brennan must have only been there for an immunization or check-up, because afterwards, we stopped for lunch at a nearby McDonalds. As we were eating, a woman walked in who looked somewhat familiar. Along with her, were two beautiful little girls of a different nationality, both of whom looked to be under the age of 5. For the longest time, I couldn’t figure out why she looked familiar and then it hit me…she looked like Miss Bailey! I was trying to look at her without staring, reasoning back and forth in my mind…"Could that be her?" to "It can’t be her!" The little girls with her were younger than my son (who was 6 at the time). The math just didn’t add up. If Miss Bailey had kids, they would undoubtedly be older than that. I was still debating with myself when I saw her smile…that same sparkly eyed smile from 20 years before. That’s when I knew it was her. I tried to make eye contact, in the hopes that she might recognize me. What was I saying!? Last time she had seen me, I was only 10, and now, I was 30! A few more moments went by, and although I so badly wanted to talk with her, I just couldn’t gather the courage to do it. (How silly is that!?)

Brennan and I got into our car and headed for home. Within moments, the regret settled in. It made me heartsick that God had provided an opportunity I had long hoped for…and I completely blew it. I thought about looking her up in the phone book, but realized I hadn’t the faintest clue of her married name. It remained on my mind for several days and I expressed my remorse to the Lord over and over. I told Him if ever I saw Miss Bailey again, I’d never let an opportunity like that pass me by.

Later that same week, our church was hosting a concert by Dallas Holm. (For those who aren’t familiar, he was a popular contemporary Christian singer of the 80’s and 90’s.) The concert had been promoted on local Christian radio, so we were expecting a large turnout. We arrived quite early in order to get good seats. Once settled, I turned around to watch for any of our friends who might need a place to sit. Would you believe directly behind me, was none other than Miss Bailey!? I quickly turned back around, wide-eyed. I had told my hubby about what happened at McDonalds and he must have seen my wide eyes because he mouthed to me "What’s wrong?" I mouthed back (pointing through the back of the pew) "That’s her! That’s Miss Bailey!" (then, his eyes grew wide!) There was still quite some time before the concert, so I knew what I needed to do. I took a deep breath and turned around…

We spent the next 15-20 minutes catching up. I was able to tell her how much I appreciated her powerful influence in my life, how much I learned from her. I told her my memories from her class were so precious and that I knew the Lord had drawn me through her example. She said our class was her very first, right out of college. She made reference to the fact that the school wasn’t too happy with her about those morning prayers.
A few months after her departure, she had married and begun teaching at a Christian school, where she remained until she and her husband began having children of their own, four boys to be exact. Her youngest was a high school senior. The previous year, they had adopted the two beautiful little girls from Guatemala. Her life, she said, was so very blessed. They were actually a month away from a move to Alaska, where her husband had received a job transfer. She was anxious to see what adventures awaited them. I asked if she ever planned to return to teaching, she said she might when her daughters were old enough to attend school. As she spoke, it struck me that though a little older, her face was just as radiant as it was in 1975.

It’s been 13 years since God graciously orchestrated that meeting. Her daughters are nearly grown now. I’m not sure if her family is still in Alaska, or if she ever did return to teaching, but I have peace. It thrills my heart to think there are other students, possibly as far as Alaska, who have been impacted (perhaps for eternity) by the example of one extraordinary teacher.

14 comments:

Kelley said...

WOW Tracy, this is an incredible story! It has all of the makings of a "movie of the week!" I LOVE when God is so obvious in orchestrating things. He let you get a good look at her and work up courage so that the next time you saw her you knew exactly what to do. But the fact that she was seated directly behind you at the concert gives me goose bumps! Thanks for sharing such a GREAT story.

God bless you...

Peggy said...

Ohhh Sweet Tracy...With tears in my eyes, I pray that there may be some students that I, as their teacher,
would have such memories and accalode
for their days in my class! What a great Gracious second chance and obedient student of the Lord you are!

Who would have known, that when I'd return to thank you for your sweet comment again that you would have a new post with something so profound
to touch the depths of my being! I
have so many students and cheerleaders that I coached that hold such a special place in my heart and memories and even prayers!

Your style of writing and recalling
this precious Miss Bailey is better than a tribute because it shows GOD in bold letters, in YOU and in her,
and her heart to adopt those precious Guatemalans! What a privilege to have had a teacher like her! What a joy to behold a
Second Chance to let her know the impact and powerful influence.
Shows in your writing! I loved this...this is a keeper! Had you written this before yesterday, I would have chosen this and the 4th!

Now it'll take me half the day to regain my composure to continue my day! I wrote to the lady from the Arte y Pico Award, Eseya from Uruguay and she responded. It's so beautiful! It's in Spanish and in
my comments...it made me cry! So, looks like I won't make it through this day without these tears rising up but I'm sure God is collecting them! Be blessed with a wonderful day! Thank you again so much!
Peggy

Cheryl said...

Tracy,

What a beautiful tribute. I truly believe you are reaching so many people. You are making a HUGE impact on all of us here in this blogging community. And then we are sharing with others what you have shared with us.

I'm so honored to call you my "friend."

God is using you in BIG WAYS. I'm sure the youth at your church are drawn to you and your hubby as well.

Have a great day!

Love,
Cheryl

Becky said...

What a beautiful story. I love that Miss Bailey was so bold in her witness in the public schools...and that she had such an impact upon you. And I always love stories like that where people 'happen' to meet up again. Those special, God-ordained moments.

Thanks for sharing!

Paula (SweetPea) said...

Wow. What a most beautiful story. How awesome that God is a god of second chances. It is very evident that God is written all over this. It gives me holy bumps. I can imagine the regret you had leaving McD's. Who would've thought that not only would she be at the concert but RIGHT behind you. And then she said she'd be leaving for Alaska in a month. God so obviously orchestrated this to allow you not only the opportunity to see Miss Bailey but to SEE GOD.
Thanks for this beautiful story of God showing up.
Paula

Angie said...

Tracy~that is the NEATEST story ever! How like God to cross the paths of a significant influence of your childhood!
When He does something like that I can't help but be amazed...what an incredible story. You might want to consider sending it in to a magazine for teachers---perhaps for Christian School Systems? I bet we could find some!

Melanie said...

Tracy, I, too, read the post that Angie wrote and was so touched. And, now I'm visiting you and I'm just as touched by your post.

I have let so many opportunities like this pass me up in my life because I was unsure or more concerned about what others thought than what God thought. Just this last year I've been trying so hard not to let these opportunities pass me by. Posts like yours and Angie's help keep me on track. Thanks so much for sharing this beautiful story!

Happy Tuesday!

godlover said...

What a great story, Tracy, thanks so much for blessing my day with it. And how blessed you were to get the second chance to tell her what an impact she had had on your life. I truly enjoyed today's post. Thanks a million.

Blessings
Marj
http://gdlvr.blogspot.com

elaine @ peace for the journey said...

Precious story. What a gift to have a "Miss Bailey" somewhere along the road. I've had a few. Makes me want to be that kind of person for someone else.

peace~elaine

Tricia said...

What a wonderful story and a tribute to those teachers who really do make a difference in our lives.

It makes me think of one of my teachers that I have such fond memories of, and who encouraged me to be all that I could be academically. His name is Mr. Eiland, and I credit him with my achievement of being high school valedictorian, all because of the encouragement and support he gave me through school. We still exchange Christmas cards, and I have saved all of his, they are a treasure to me!

Blessings!

lori said...

OH my WORD...what an awesome story...how amazing that God knew that you had regret tucked deep inside and HE orchestrated that 2nd meeting....wow! That is just how unbelievably COOL God is!!

Thanks for sharing this...it's just the reminder that we need....God knows our hearts....and He never forgets...

wow....I'll be sharing this...
peace,
lori

Julie said...

What a beautiful post. I loved the story, read every word.

I do remember 1975.... I GRADUATED FROM HIGH SCHOOL that year.

I also remember when we were able to freely pray in school. I was in junior high.

Your story is just stunning.

Thanks for sharing it.

Julie

Denise said...

Beautiful post..(I snuck over here from Knightly News) What a powerful story... We never know who's lives we will touch. God sets people in our paths to plant seeds and then others come along to water.....How powerful it is to touch a life without knowledge..Only for the Lord to give us a taste of how we have touched hearts..... I think it is just HIS way of giving us a little taste of Heaven.....Oh what a day when we see those faces that we THOUGHT only passed our way......When in actual fact their direction was altered because of something we said....... Oh...... How I love Jesus.....

Kristi said...

I just loved this story! How good God is. I'm so glad that He blessed you with a 2nd chance. It must have so encouraged her heart too! Blessings!