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I silently knock on the Kindergarten door, helper for the day in my Assistant Teacher role. I love Kindergarten. I did my student teaching there—sang a LOT of songs and played games and sat on the floor and learned words. Today is one of those days—a learning day—except I am the student. I teach in a very…
My son and his family live only 3 hours away from me in Portland (Oregon) and I often relish the drive down there for a visit. I have time to myself, just me and Jesus and my thoughts. (And really loud worship music. Bethel.) When I was ready for my return trip last week I…
I love to learn new things. I’ve been a teacher off and on (mostly on) since about 1984. I tried a couple of times to find something else to do, but God keeps calling me back to the elementary classroom. Now I’m ‘just a sub’, but it is the best job ever. If I had…
House finches flit, flit, flit and hummingbird whirrrrrs, hovering over birdseed an arm’s length away. Red finch jets elsewhere, bearing left at the bushes and the chickadee perches, eyeing the feast. Crows alight silently on the trees straight ahead, swooping at nothing as they loudly announce the morning. The waterfall sound of freeway cars and…
When you have walked through the valley of the shadow and death came anyway (not to you, for you did.not.die) and there is breath in you to greet the day. when you survive the shredding of your soul to its core and the disappearance of dreams, all other challenges– man made, God-breathed– like snow— can…
I was re-reading my journal the other night, recapping life since May 2014 (when I started this particular volume). On December 10th I had written, “Mom’s (my mother in law’s) hip surgery is today. Life as you know it will stop.” I have no idea why I wrote that other than I felt prompted by…