Showing posts from June, 2013


At the end of June,I completed my  final year of working at a fabulous place.  The following was a letter I wrote for Judah Christian School's  Heartbeat Newsletter to recap the year.  After being blessed to work there six years, my desire was to show how blessed we are to work, play, and learn in a place  such as Judah when we really choose to focus our SIGHT on what God is purposing there.

“Is it worth it?”With the price of gas these days, who isn’t asking this question?Yet, seriously we ask it about so much more.With another entire school year conquered, we assess if it was worth the cost?What were the benefits? Judah’s heart beats to see God’s children blessed.Did you see those moments this year that blessings were poured out from the throne?So many moments…
God’s Holy Spirit softly whispered a blessing of awe with music of the band that stopped my breathing and refreshed my heart with tears.Did you hear those moments of true splendor and ecstasy in Hi…

Separation Anxiety from the Seer

A friend  blessed me by saying  I was good at "seeing" people. I do desire to really be that kind of person.  I try to be still and see and know.  I fall short so many times. Why is that?  Why don't we see each other well?  Why don't we see God clearly?

Metacognitively speaking, we are shaped by poor thinking.  What about the way we see God?  I awoke last night thinking of Eve in the Garden of Eden. There are the standard messages about the fall of man, but mostly, I think our seeing has been shaped because of the lies that we have believed.

Satan twisted God's words that we were being held out on by God.  Eve inferred that God was somehow selfish and not wanting to share His wisdom.  He implied that Eve was misled in thinking that God and her relationship were not as intimate as she had perceived. He planted in her a desire to know that which spiritually she hadn't cared to know before. 

It didn't sound like it was the first time she saw that tree. And…

When Borrowing is NOT a BURDEN

Borrowing pain and sorrow are difficult for me not to do.   Yet, I do have trouble placing it back where it belongs.  I figure it could be like everyone in the family cleaning the home rather than just one person.  If  the drudgery is shared perhaps the pain will be over sooner, right? Really, borrowing sorrow simply seems to multiply its effect.  Looking at it logically, the borrowing of sorrow and pain is like trying to get gum off the bottom of my shoe. (Who threw the pain in the neck gum on the ground in the first place?) Once I realize I am stuck to the ground, pulling it off the shoe only causes it to stick to my hand which only causes it to be transferred it to the other hand when I try to get it off my hand.... We know the endless sticky mess this makes. 

My brain is missing some basic skill here because as I see it borrowing only gets me in trouble, yet I do it.  Concerned about my husband's furloughs, we know a bit of the troubles the government's borrowing of mone…


I am pretty sure if an employer were reading this they might not always define my use of time as efficient.  I am also pretty sure that writing on this blog is not something most would remotely describe as an efficient use of my time, considering everything else  I could be doing or that NEEDS to be done.  And truthfully, that struggle for using my time efficiently always seems to reside foremost in my brain.  Even at this moment, I vacillate in labeling this moment as efficient.  I suppose (notice I am still musing on that) to fulfill the axiom  "get the most out of life"  we need to be efficient. What does that actually look like?

1. performing or functioning in the best possible manner with the least waste of time and   effort; having and usng requisite knowledge, skill, and industry; competent; capable
2. satisfactory and economical to use
3. producing an effect, as a ase; causative
4. utilizing a particular commodity or product with the least waste of r…


"Red Rover, Red Rover, send ------right over."  That little ditty reminds me of the school playground or of humid, lazy days  when boredom finally led to ingenuity.   Even to this day, I habitually call my wayward dog Rover or fondly tag  someone as Rover when they unknowingly did something silly. (Little did I know that it is a Norwegian word that means "pirate." How very brash of the British to dare the Norwegians to come right over.  The Vikings were a fierce people.)   The strategy of the game is that two teams line up on opposing sides facing each other, and when one side calls out "Red rover, red rover, let (say name of player) right over, that opposing player runs as hard as possible to break the chain  the other team has formed with their locked hands. If the player called is unable to break the chain, then he joins the team. Yet, if he is able to break the link, he gets to choose someone to take back to his team.  This continues until there is only on…


Great belly laughs begin with autocorrect  (There's the oxymoron).
While chatting with my friend about our upcoming visit she is instructing me about what to do when I am close to arriving:
"Let me know when you are close then we can unload your stud."

Me (replying through fingertip laughter): "I am not bringing a stud. No guys!

She (thinking I am a looney probably) responds: "What?"

Me (continuing to laugh and reading it aloud to my husband): " Read your text!"

She (adamantly) writes: "I typed in car!"

Both of us: laughing laughing laughing


I have traveled daily with some very fun people the last six years and have offered many words of advice and wisdom on all topics ranging from grammar, poetry, books, writing, love, being content, working hard, life, and religion.  I am curious to know the words students remember me offering. Did I give some profound instruction or statements?  I would even love to hear the not so profound statements! (There are probably more of this kind.) I remember the time when I explained diagramming conjunctions and demonstrated "you put your but on the the chair" because the symbol it goes on looks like a chair.  It took me a couple seconds to figure out  why students were laughing.  These memorable pieces of instruction seem to come to my brain effortlessly (obviously--ha ha).  But seriously, perhaps what I said about life or a subject was not directly stated but implied.     What did you infer?  No matter how you see the time we spent together -- under my instruction, my care, or my …