Darkness has played itself into pinks and now mellow golds and blues out my window. After my 5:30 a.m. bathroom trip, my body refused to sleep any longer, and I lay in bed, enjoying Abigail's movements, catching up on social media, and periodically wondering what it would require to slip back into slumber. By 7... Continue Reading →
Feeding the thousands {With just two hands}
All too often I wake up with the weight of the day's tasks burdening my all-too-sleepy heart and body. I can become overwhelmed simply considering the needs of my nearly 100 students. I become even more overwhelmed when you add their families, my family, my coworkers and their families to my plate. Then, I turn... Continue Reading →
Thanksgiving Day 4: Is this even fair?
How does one continue to give thanks when the blood flows red? How does one rejoice in all things when those "things" involve loss of life? I will never know whether or not I'm having an early miscarriage or just a heavy flow...I would tend to think the former. However, technically I'm not sure when... Continue Reading →
When the Giver overwhelms
Since I spend so much time publicly doubting on this blog, publicly questioning the Holy, then it is only right that I also spent time repenting, healing, answering my Savior, "Yes." Sometimes the Giver just overwhelms...and sometimes I am overwhelmed by my fragile, broken humanity. I've doubted this week. Some days I've not even wanted... Continue Reading →
Drug bust!
Well, not quite, but nearly as exciting on one's average Wednesday morning. First, let me set the backdrop. An unusually-wired middle school boy bounces into my room yesterday morning, chirruping in between bounces, "I...[bounce]...had...[hiccup]...a Monster drink....this morning!" Despite my instructions to glue himself to his desk, the morning did not progress in a way that... Continue Reading →
The lullaby of gifts falling
I need a long, hot bath. I need a massage. I need to inhale. An alarm clock shook me out of sleep fraught with angry dreams. School bells every 43 minutes kept me moving from one class period to another. I'm done in. Still, the Fall air beckons, and I stumble outdoors to capture its essence.... Continue Reading →
Crazy joy. {In pursuit.}
A deep breath of cool crispness. A sigh of cinnamon. A spoon of pumpkin chowder. New beginnings from the ushering out of summer's greens. Whatever is so wrong with childlike giddiness? Whoever said leaves shouldn't fly beneath the feet of the aged? It's a pursuit of crazy joy. In the writings of Ann Voskamp. In... Continue Reading →
