By: Bree Crowder
I’ve dropped my children off at many places in the course of their lives and many times I’ve prayed as I pulled away, leaving them in the care of someone else. I prayed because I’ve experienced anxiety in the unknown and uncertainty. I’ve prayed for their safety and I’ve prayed for their caretakers to be kind and led in their care by the power of the Holy Spirit. I’ve prayed for various campuses where we attended school. I confess that often those prayers were laced with fear, because in my mind’s eye I can come up with a worst case scenario faster than a blink. For years I fought with the struggle to fear or to trust, sometimes I lost and sometimes I was victorious. I know that ultimately, no matter where I drop my children off, it is in God’s care that I leave them and His protection supersedes any caretaker’s insufficiency. But, if I’m honest I must admit, I still felt the burden of fear. This is not a struggle I wish I never felt. Out of it God taught me more about trust and led me into a deeper dependency on Him, both things for which I rejoice!
However, when my son looked into my eyes 4 years ago and sincerely, maturely, confidently made his case for wanting to attend The Master’s School, he opened a door I never thought I’d walk through and one I’ll be eternally grateful I did! He had a difficult year at the school we were attending and he’d had enough. Our family had been on the sidelines of Master’s School activity for years as we were closely involved with several families who attended. I, however, felt called to be a part of the solution for our local public schools and never considered another stance, until that day when I saw the earnestness of my son’s request. I had to decide who I was going to advocate for; the public schools, or my son…My husband and I prayed long and hard about this. I had to knock the private school chip off of my shoulder and acquiesce to this reasonable request. My oldest children applied for entrance to The Master’s School for their 5th and 6th grade school years and were accepted.
As we went through the application process I was greatly impressed by the teachers and the administration. Their dedication to their mission statement as a school was evident in every single thing I saw them do;
THE MISSION OF THE MASTER’S SCHOOL OF SAN MARCOS IS TO PROVIDE ITS STUDENTS WITH A CHALLENGING EDUCATIONAL EXPERIENCE DESIGNED TO HELP THEM KNOW, LOVE, AND PRACTICE THAT WHICH IS TRUE, GOOD, AND EXCELLENT AND TO PREPARE THEM TO LIVE PURPOSEFULLY AND INTELLIGENTLY IN THE SERVICE OF GOD AND MAN.
As I attended chapel and watched the mission-mindedness of the school unfold I learned that the light from that school wasn’t only directed to its students but through its students, to the whole world. I learned about missionaries in Nicaragua and in Haiti and I learned about the Junior High service projects each student chose and participated in. I was inspired by each classes’ service project, whether cleaning the San Marcos River or collecting funds for an orphanage in a third world country. In my heart I had never before felt a better ally in the character I dreamt of for my children and I went to bed every night thanking God for bringing me onto this campus. My big kids have now graduated from The Master’s School and I’ve found myself back on the familiar ground of fear versus trust. We have mourned over that season coming to an end for them and they will never finish receiving the gifts given in those years.
My youngest joined the campus last year in their Kindergarten class and will remain until he can’t. So, last year all three of my children had the blessed privilege to be enrolled together at The Master’s School. Every morning I got to drop all three of them off together and as I pulled away I would look out my rear view mirror and thank God for this blessing. I never experienced fear or anxiety as I drove away from that place to leave my most precious treasures in the hands of those teachers from 8 am til 3 pm every day. Never. I know full well that God does not always call us to safety and that sometimes His purposes for us involve the removal of comfort zones; but, for the last four years The Master’s School has been a safe harbor for my kids and ultimately for me. I have been tended to in ways that are indescribable, as I’ve watched my children bloom into the people God created them to be. This place was brought to fruition through faithful prayer and obedience, the harvest of that posture is very clear. I thank God in advance for His perfect provision for this school and pray that I will always be a part of it.