Finished with Sunday School?

So last Sunday I got up early to go and substitute teach a Sunday School class (at Parrie Rose). It also happened that I was asked to fill in for a fellow usher that morning, so you can see my plate was on the full side that morning. Having not gone to bed as early as I should've, I woke up rather tired and a little on the self reflective side. As I was walking into the church and to my classroom, I got this strong feeling of being tired of Sunday School; and that all my efforts where for not. Anyways the class went great, no highlights good or bad, I left a little early for my usher duties, and sent the kids on their way. Standing at my ushering post, the far east side, I noticed one of the boys from my class enter my isle. He sat down with his mother and began to act "abnormal" or "different" so his mother said; she also commented that they normally didn't sit in this isle. Not soon afterwards his mother found the true meaning of this strange behavior, I had been his sub teacher. Whoa! At that point it truly hit me, even though it felt like I was just there to keep the kids occupied for an hour or so, it seemed that I had made an impact on this kid. Sure, he was acting strangely but he was acting that way cause I was there, I can kinda remember doing those kinds of things when I was his age and older. This seems focused on the impact of teaching, but I think this kind of experience can be used in general life as well. Weather you know it or not there are people that look up to you, it may be a sibling, friend, co-worker, family who knows!

Phew! That was a long one, hope it makes some sense.