|Meet P. Fitzwilliam Darcy, better known as Fitz.|
Sunday, December 28, 2014
Wednesday, November 26, 2014
"We have so much, so much, so much, (hands spreading apart a little at a time; quiet voice)
so much, so much, so much, (arms getting wider and wider; voice getting louder and louder)
so much, so much, so much, (arms spread as far as they can reach!; shouting!)
to be thankful for!"
Friday, October 31, 2014
Tuesday, September 23, 2014
Saturday, September 6, 2014
|My present tense: morning mist on the pond|
Monday, July 14, 2014
|We interrupt this blog post for a 'Where's Waldo?" moment; do you see it? Look closely...|
Monday, June 23, 2014
Friday, June 20, 2014
5 When Jesus looked up and saw a great crowd coming toward him, he said to Philip, “Where shall we buy bread for these people to eat?” 6 He asked this only to test him, for he already had in mind what he was going to do. 7 Philip answered him, “It would take more than half a year’s wages[a] to buy enough bread for each one to have a bite!” 8 Another of his disciples, Andrew, Simon Peter’s brother, spoke up, 9 “Here is a boy with five small barley loaves and two small fish, but how far will they go among so many?” 10 Jesus said, “Have the people sit down.” There was plenty of grass in that place, and they sat down (about five thousand men were there). 11 Jesus then took the loaves, gave thanks, and distributed to those who were seated as much as they wanted. He did the same with the fish.
"'You are not going to lose this battle because it is already WON on the Cross. I don't believe in losing or getting the victories because Jesus has already done it. The question is, how far will you do to declare the victory in this battle? Would two more rescued girls make you know it? Or two thousand more? How far will you go to proclaim that the victory was DONE for you?'"
Wednesday, June 18, 2014
Monday, June 16, 2014
Tuesday, June 10, 2014
That means watermelon season is upon us.
I would've taken a picture, but I ate it all before that occurred to me.
I followed up my watermelon appetizer with a lunch of pimento cheese, one of the great foods missed by millions simply because they are Yankees and have never heard of it.
Simple pleasures, fruit and cheese. As I've counted gifts this year, I've wondered at how many of them are small things. I am blessed by minutiae of everyday life.
Yet, in this list of little things, there is large.
The large things are hidden by the tiny piled atop them.
For instance, # 439--"Breakfast out with daughter".
Oh, the significance of that small entry.
My girls tease me when I write about them. "Mama just writes about how hard it is to have teens!"'
Well, it is hard.
As a friend wrestles with a tragic situation concerning a teen family member, I'm reminded that Jesus is the Only Hope we parents have.
The anxiety is real, and the fights are real, and the regrets are real, and the dangers are real.
There's nothing easy about this gig.
Over the years of parenting, I've asked God for some things, things I've begged to see in my household before my children fly the nest.
One of them will launch all too soon, and these last few months together have been a good season.
Hard (yes), but very, very good.
So "breakfast out" really means "the unfailing love and faithfulness of the LORD".
We've got challenges coming in these months of transitions; of that I'm sure, but we can say that we have seen the goodness of the Lord
I'm not sure who, if anyone, reads this blog, but this is for the weary mamas, the struggling daughters, the ones who wonder if it will ever be better. What I can say to you is this: I have been there. There are buckets of tears with my name on them, and there are probably several more sitting on ready, but Jesus will not waste them. He'll redeem them. They will lead to my good and His glory, and whatever glorifies Him will have been worth it.
His unfailing love and faithfulness, His grace and truth, turn breakfast into Bread and Wine.
Sunday, June 8, 2014
Six weeks will go by faster than a greased gnat, so I am making myself a goal list.
This summer I want to
1) get back into an exercise habit after a long-standing routine crashed and burned;
2) lose the creeping pounds (see #1)
3) paint interior doors, dining room chairs, DD#2's bedroom--heck, I might paint Big Red if he stands still long enough
4) NOT think about school at all for at least 5 weeks. (No, you cannot see my fingers crossed behind my back; it's your imagination, I promise. Really.)(Pinning school things doesn't count.) (My list, my rules.)
and oh, yeah,
5) write a Bible study--at least the rough outline of one.
I need some order, some self-discipline, and a ton of prayer.
Wednesday, May 28, 2014
Sunday, May 25, 2014
Friday, May 9, 2014
|(These are cute and doable!)|
|(Another cheesy idea for graduation food. (I'm tired; can you tell?)|
|Adorable, but I might lose my mind!|
Tuesday, April 29, 2014
Right up there with "sleep when your baby sleeps," this is probably wise but practically difficult.
So I tried a test run of sorts.
I decided to write a "mentor text" of a personal essay prompt to inspire next year's budding writers.
It was standard stuff, an introductory essay to tell them a bit about my family, my preferences, my goals.
And y'all, it was hard.
Hard for lots of reasons.
Hard because writer's block shows up every spring with the same regularity as allergies.
Hard because I could hear myself rambling.
Hard because I can't share anything meaningful about myself without sharing Jesus, and that must be carefully navigated in public school.
As a teacher, I believe this practice will help me in the long run.
It will probably make me more empathetic--which is important to remember when the powers-that-be seem to think all children-of-the-square-peg variety can be jammed through the same round hole-of-testing if only
their teacher is differentiating/summarizing/reteaching/tap-dancing enough.
As just me, I think this practice will help me, too.
A few months ago, I confessed to a friend that I felt God might be leading me to write down what He was teaching me in John.
She laughed, and said, "Of course."
A few days ago, I confessed to this same friend that I was feeling ill with insecurity--that I didn't know how to begin.
She said, "Good! I'm praying you stay insecure so that you always know He is your source."
She's a very good friend, and a very good pray-er.
To paraphrase one of those Pinterest-y inspirational signs, here I go confidently in the direction of my insecurity.
(Or insecurely in the direction of my confidence? That might be a better way to say it.)
Maybe in the meantime, I'll share my writer's notebook with you.
Monday, April 21, 2014
There was hope, and there was happiness.
Peace alongside pain.
Anxiety and acceptance.
It was a week to remind me why I need a Savior...and a week to praise God that I have One!
A week to examine my heart, and a week to realize that He redeemed my heart and made it new.
Counting gifts through storms and sunshine:
A husband who prayed and helped when my back went out this week
Students who have been surprisingly kind to their turtle-paced teacher
A breathtaking sunrise Easter morning
DD#1 taking over the grocery shopping when I couldn't drive, much less push a loaded buggy through the store
Salted caramel candles
Tiny chartreuse leaves of baby lettuce
Pain killers ;0
Praying with a young missionary to be and seeing her excitement to follow Christ
Three books worth reading: Love Idol, Jesus>Religion, and The Utter Relief of Holiness--much to chew on
For better or worse, testing will be over soon
At the start, He was there.
In the end, He'll be there.
The tomb was EMPTY.
Thursday, April 17, 2014
Writing is both solitary and social.
Solitary, because sooner or later it is just writer and blank page with no mediator.
It's the heart or the brain on paper, as public as a blog post or as private as a prayer journal.
Yet writing is also social, because every author seeks an audience on some level or another.
This question of audience puzzles me.
It makes me realize that establishing a legitimate audience for my classroom of I-wish-they-were-writers is an important component of my teaching that I've neglected.
Then my question becomes, " Who is my audience?", and I struggle to answer that.
I'm in the midst of my annual spring blogging slump, and every year I ask my Audience of One if I still have a purpose here.
He hasn't really answered yet, except to give me this post--which I suppose means I have today's answer!
I do know this.
About two months ago, He whispered to my heart that there are words waiting for me from the book of John, and while fear and self-doubt assail, He's been faithful to encourage.
So I wait for the solitary and the social to find their meeting place.
Tuesday, April 8, 2014
Monday, March 31, 2014
Friday, March 28, 2014
Thursday, March 20, 2014
Wednesday, March 12, 2014
Thursday, March 6, 2014
Monday, March 3, 2014
and the temperature was a breezy 37 degrees.
It was 61 degrees when I left home this morning, if that tells you anything, and I had already changed clothes three times trying to get out the door.
(Volatile weather + volatile hormones.)
Winter and spring begin their annual wrestling match.
Do you ever have one of those going on in your heart, or is it just me?
One moment warmth and hope, the next cold and grumpy.
(See hormonal comment above.)
So I am grateful for gift-counting; it makes me concentrate on the good, search dilgently for the joy, hold onto hope.
244. Good conversations with teens.
245. Worship with our small group.
246. Watching a student's aerials performance over the weekend. Stinkin' amazing.
247. Having a student who wanted her teacher to come see her aerials performance. :)
248. Skinny chicken parm. Oh, yeah.
249. Coaching responsibilities for Big Red pausing for a season.
250. Indoor exercise on a blustery day.
251. Being introduced by my very best friend as "my very best friend".
252. Our God is an Anchor.
253...and a Mighty Fortress
254. He's amazing.
255...and He hears our praises.
Tuesday, February 25, 2014
Wednesday, February 19, 2014
"For certainly the government of the whole world is a greater miracle than the satisfying of five thousand men with five loaves; and yet no man wonders at the former, but the latter men wonder at, not because it is greater, but because it is rare. For who even now feeds the whole world, but He Who creates the cornfield from a few grains?"
Jesus answered them, “Truly, truly, I say to you, you are seeking me, not because you saw signs, but because you ate your fill of the loaves. Do not work for the food that perishes, but for the food that endures to eternal life,
which the Son of Man will give to you. For on him God the Father has set his seal....I am the Bread of life; whoever comes to Me shall not hunger, and whoever believes in Me shall never thirst.” (John 6:26-27, 35)