Be encouraged, moms and dads also. Your job is not easy because it is not a job; it is a calling. Our children are our biggest mission field. I must teach my children to love the Lord with everything. Imagine how many people we can touch if I am successful as a parent. One set of parents raised a pretty awesome son who went to a cross and changed the world. And, I don’t think they had an “Alice”, just faith in a God Who can do all things, including show all of us how to raise our children in His ways.
If I were a selfish church member, I would view getting up and going to church as an imposition; after all, I work hard all week and this is me time. I might arrive at church in a bad mood, thinking, “Well, let’s just get this over with.”
Those first PD days will make you wonder “What in the world did I get myself into?” We are taught to give students little bits of info at a time not to overwhelm them, and then great intentioned professionals from that central office come and do the opposite to us. We all feel that pain. Walk away and daily list your priorities. Some of that stuff does not matter.
This was written in 2012. I lost a dear friend to cancer. It still is so painful, but here is a snippet of some moments that we had together, and how God spoke to me then and speaks to all of us now especially in our darkest times. I still miss her with all my heart.
Recently I led a group of ladies through a bible study I wrote, or rather God wrote, called Broken: A … More
“I declare/commit/will think consider that I will breathe each day when I arrive at school. I will look at my students through the lens of love, the lens that remembers that the last voice they heard as they left for school might have been harsh, coming from a stressed parent or that some of my students may have gotten themselves out of bed and on a bus independently. I will remember that some of my kids do not have running water or electricity or a suitable bed in which to sleep. I will speak encouraging words to them, helping each child understand that he/she is special and created for a purpose.
Ok, so inservice or “PD” as it is now called is barely over and you are exhausted already, right? I know. As Miranda Jackson said once,“This is way beyond college exam week tired”. I see it in the eyes of our neebies on staff–that excitement mixed with raw FEAR. So, here’s the best advice that I have never forgotten from some of the best teachers in the world.
Consider your goals this year and what God’s plan for you is. Make Him your top priority.
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This is a post from 2014 (you will be able to tell by some of the…
As a little girl, Christmas brought Santa, lots of shiny, new things and time spent with family.As I grew older, my Christmas presents grew more mature, but it was always a season of celebration. Santa faded away, and the story of Jesus came alive each year, as I began to understand a Creator God Who loves us and sent a Savior.
I began to realize that I need a Savior seeing that my life can sometimes, most of the time, be a hot mess. I am sure that my parents sometimes couldn’t quite figure out what to do with their curly-haired, freckle faced, prone to giggles daughter. It is easy to see that I need a Savior.
Learning the entire story of Jesus through our church, my journey of faith began, finding that I only needed to believe.
Adulthood came and brought marriage and two kids, again changing Christmas.
But later, Christmas was to become a very dark time for me. It was Christmas 2005.
Two Christmas parties, a massive stroke, days in the ICU, more days in the hospital, even more days in a transitional center, and finally, months later, home with life very different for my mom and dad. Love was personified for nearly twelve years, as my mom cared for my dependent dad. Then, my dad left us, finally to be free from the body that trapped him for his final years.
Christmas lost its joy, bringing painful memories of white lights making a huge Christmas tree on the outside of Jackson General Hospital.
A Savior is born…
“Save me, God. Bring back the joy of Christmas.”
And slowly, He did.