Tuesday, June 24, 2014

Deborah, The Most Unpreached about Woman in the Bible

What do you know about Deborah? Hint: Turn to the book of Judges in your Bible.
Why do you think we never hear a sermon about her? Leave your comments below.

Wednesday, June 11, 2014

10 Things I Can Never Find in My House

1. Scissors: I buy a few pair every year, but when I need them, they are no where to be found!
2. Library books: There is always at least 1 missing, or a DVD put away in a drawer, and I have to listen to the scolding elderly librarian about my fines.
3. Socks. Seriously, there are at least 9 unmatched socks in each kids dresser. Where are the mates? Someone please tell me.
4. Tylenol: A kid has a fever. I know I have it somewhere, but where? What cabinet did I leave it in? and the urgency of the burning child stresses me out further.
5. Keys. In the pocket of which coat? What did I wear yesterday? Or at the bottom of my purse? Or the junk drawer?

6. Cell phone: Of course I could call it on the house phone, but it is set to vibrate, so that will not help me. Couch cushions? purse? pants' pocket?
7. Coupons: let's pretend I still have time to cut them out and put them somewhere really important, and that in my mad dash out the door I remember to grab them. Yea. Or just ask the guy at Kohl's for the scratch-off coupon. It saves time.
8. School paper or book of utmost importance that is necessary to complete an important assignment which may be do tomorrow, but I'm not sure of the date since I cant find the paper!!
9. A Nap: You know that precious moment in the late afternoon when you start to doze off in your favorite chair and the children are engrossed in a TV/computer game coma and you think, YES! I may be able to get a 20 minute nap, and then, the dog barks, the phone rings, someone needs help pouring the milk, and that precious nap is lost, once again.
10. An empty kitchen sink: no explanation needed!

What can't you find in your house?

Monday, June 9, 2014

Graduation for Students and Teachers

Graduation is such an exciting time for teachers and for students. Guiding those seniors through their decisions for their futures, enduring the senioritis, and finally, the triumphant night of flinging the caps in the air, knowing that a chapter of their lives is over-- it is an amazing journey to watch and to be a part of.

Every June, teachers get to have their own mini-graduation. We let go of a class. We invested so much into them, and at the end of the year we pass them along to the next stage of their journey with a new teacher. Or, if you work in a small school as I do, you get another year or two with them.

We get to close the book on the year, to rest and revitalize for the next year. By August our energy and zeal will return. We will be filled with new ideas to try, new students to get to know and new challenges to face.

The year is winding down like a tired clock. We are tired, too. But it won't last. Teachers are a tough bunch. Nothing gets us down for long.

Congrats to the Class of 2014. The world is yours. Go forth and develop your minds and your talents and discover your mission.

Congrats to the teachers of 2014. There will be no celebration for you, but each child who passed through your classroom is changed because of you. You are building a legacy for the future. Your work is so important and no one can put a price tag on what you do. Celebrate your year!

Wednesday, April 30, 2014

Cherry blossom Time

O, the fleeting beauty of the cherry blossoms.

Cherry blossoms have always had a deep significance for me. When I was young, my parents told me of their honeymoon in Washington DC in March 1958. They vividly remember seeing all the cherry trees in bloom, and my father, many years later, would bring this memory back every spring.

In my yard, I have my own cherry tree, planted by the previous owners. I estimate that it is 40-50 years old.  It is a weeping cherry tree with pink blossoms.
(in the picture, the cherry tree branches
are up close, the oak trees in the background.
It seems as if the cherry trees are huge, but really,
they are not. The fun of perspective.)

Each spring I eagerly wait for the branches to show the tell-tale signs of red buds. Then, a few days later, the tree explodes into a sea of pale pink. I love to sit and look at the tree, even though it's beauty is so short lived. A heavy rain, like the one we are having now, will no doubt knock many of the petals to the ground. In the successive days, I will see the pink confetti blowing across my driveway.

This is where my poetic, philosophical side kicks in, and I expound on the temporal nature of beauty, and the necessity of carpe diem, etc., but haven't we all heard that before?

Maybe I should just make sure that when the rain clears, I go stand under that tree and drink in its beauty for the few short days it has remaining. Too many days are slipping by without a sense of awareness. Too many moments lost because we are busy on our way to do something else. We need to take more time to just stop and stare and think.

(closing scene: Robin Williams, as Mr. Keating,  in Dead Poet's Society, whispering, Carpe Diem)

Sunday, April 20, 2014

For Educators only

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What do we need to make education better? How do we make learning more exciting for kids? What is project based learning? How can we shift the paradigm when people don't want to change?

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Happy Easter!

This was such a great day! We started the day with Easter baskets for the kids, then off to Church for the early service. After church, there was a breakfast downstairs-- not just donuts and bagels, but French toast, eggs, bacon, etc. It was a nice time of fellowship for the church. Then home to prep for the big Easter dinner! Company arrived around 12:30 and we had such a nice time chatting, catching up, and eating lots of good food: shrimp, ham, green beans, pierogies, rolls, salad, pizza rustica. And for dessert: pineapple upside down cake, amaretto cake and sugar cookies. The weather was bright and sunny. The kids put on a little concert of singing and violin playing. We talked, laughed, and enjoyed the day.  Today we celebrated Christ's resurrection. Praise God! He didn't stay in that tomb. I hope your Easter was joyful, as well.

Friday, April 4, 2014

Je suis desole

Have trouble saying you are sorry? It is difficult to get those words out, isn't it? Admitting we are wrong to others does not come easy for any of us.

So, why not say it in French? It sounds so much more elegant.

    "Je suis desole."

Isn't it interesting that the word for "sorry" looks like "desolate"?

This word "desolate" means "sorrowful, caused by separation from a loved one" . Isn't that exactly what happens? We do something wrong and it drives a wedge between ourselves and the ones we love. The only thing which can mend and restore is the word "desole."