I Didn’t Appreciate the School Secretary Until …

You know what? When I was a child, I was kind of a spacy little thing. And I do mean, “little.” I was the bean pole with glasses that everyone liked to call, “Four Eyes!” I don’t blame them, I was a gigantic nerd.

But I think I was also oblivious. You see, I was the good kid. Never got in trouble, never was involved in anything, and generally kept my distance from the mean kids. They could have crushed me like a rice crispy. So, I seldom found myself in the school office for anything besides dropping something off or else signing out early.

I’ve discovered that I never really knew the ladies who worked in the school office. I was oblivious to them. I didn’t know how much of an impact they made on the functionality of the school, through correspondence and organization.

And now, I regret it.

Because now, I’M the school secretary.

Let me tell you, it’s no easy trip. It isn’t hard, just busy, and you’ve got to have your head in the game all the time! I can’t space out and dream all day like I did when I was a little girl.

You see, the word “secretary” must be a word for “the everything person.” She wears many hats. She’s a messenger, a nurse, a computer technician, a copy machine fixer, a marketing agent, a sprinter, a parent and teacher anger-diffuser, a nanny, a scheduling coordinator, a psychiatrist, a statistics-keeper, a publisher, a cheerleader, a judge, a cashier, a scribe, and an announcer.

I know I’m not as good at all of these as I might like to be, but someday I will be able to master all of them. I can do all things through Him who strengthens me.

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