Days when I go to church and get hugs from my kids and words of affirmation and encouragement from families.
Days when our Bible class is filled with questions and searching and going back to the Word for answers.
Days when my six kiddos are sprawled in the window seats reading their Bibles (for some of them, it's probably their first time having personal worship every day), and the sun streams in, and piano music floats in the background, and for a moment all is quiet.
Days when they get ridiculously excited about our lesson on a strong literary character.
Days when I bring a problem to them for class discussion and they solve it themselves (with a little help).
Days when I watch them get involved at church and my heart swells with joy as if I were their parent, not "just" their teacher.
Discouragement is one of my biggest setbacks--and it's something the devil throws at me almost daily. And so I hoard up these moments and days and look back on them.
"But I will remember the years of the right hand of the Most High." (Ps. 77:10)