Most teachers like to get out of their classrooms during their break. They go to the library or an empty specials classroom or the cafeteria to get work done or to do something that is not at all school related. I, however - and this is the homebody in me - love to be in my classroom. … Continue reading First day of school!
At the beginning of the month I had what I’m referring to as a breakdown. My version of a “breakdown” is characterized by an overwhelming and all consuming feeling of failure. Seemingly triggered by nothing in particular (although I’m suspecting pre-menstrual hormones might have something to do with the timing) I will start getting insecure … Continue reading I am not a failure
I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry. For making it all about me. Again. For missing the point. For putting myself in a position to miss You entirely. Thank You thank You thank You. For choosing me anyway. I'm scared of hurting. I'm scared of getting attached and falling in love and having to say goodbye. … Continue reading Weekend Prayers
When I was doing my student teaching in Paraguay every Friday (or was it every day?) we would do a Bible Story time. At the end of the time we would take prayer requests. My students were five and six years old, so some of those prayer requests were just gems. We prayed for hamsters … Continue reading Praying for Others
I am grateful for the mystery of peace, for the way my fears and anxieties and worries and complaints melt away in the presence of magnificent mountains. On the back of a motorcycle, on the way to town, mundane day to day moments are made wonderful by the towering presence of the mountains. They're right … Continue reading i am grateful (for m).
i am grateful for soup and friends and temperatures below 80 degrees. i am grateful for grace in the face of my complaints. i am grateful for the opportunity to be grateful. i am grateful for YouTube and the internet and communicating with friends who live far away. i am grateful for the boldness of … Continue reading i am grateful (for today).
Mr. Dager asked us to write about our favorite place. I thought on it long and hard and by the end of the class period I was still sat there in my desk, thinking long and hard. I was trying hard to picture a place I really enjoy that I could write about. I thought … Continue reading The Quiet Inside, A Short Story