Wednesday, December 31, 2014

Prom Dress for Sale

We have a BEAUTIFUL [hardly worn 12 hours] prom dress for sale!!  

It is a Sherri Hill, with slightly altered length, and an absolutely stunning dress!!  Molly tried it on first then tried on four or five others that didn't even touch it.  

You can send me an email if you are interested:

We are asking $400 but willing to negotiate.  



Monday, December 22, 2014

Joy! Unspeakable Joy!

[Shhhhh...don't tell the school system where we've been and why we all missed school on Friday.]

We have been on a mini-vacation.

A Shortie Sabbatical.

And it has been GLORIOUS!

We needed this time together.

Since graduation on June 7th we have not stopped!  At all. For anything.

We went to Disney World.  It was such a fun trip but no vacation [more like a military exercise] and since we returned it seems like we, as a family, have been stretched more and more thin.  Craig worked three summer camps, Molly and Cooper both went to camps, and all three of the went on separate mission trips.

I know some of you are rolling your eyes, mumbling things like, "Well you're a teacher.  You've got it made.  You have holidays and summers off.  How are you so busy?  Bless your heart."

[You can't see me sticking out my tongue so just imagine that part.]

Here is the thing...we've had some serious stuff that happened within a matter of a few weeks....

  • Molly had the accident in the kitchen.  I still cannot allow myself to think about what could have happened.  The only reason her whole head was not engulfed in flames or Gabe and Emma were not burned is because God provided a hedge of protection around her.  There is no other explanation.  I don't believe in luck. She should have been burned and she wasn't except on her hand.  God. Is. Good.
  • Craig, Molly, and Cooper were all out of the country at the same time which left Emma, Gabe, and me to deal with all the fire clean up.
  • Craig and Molly returned from Honduras on Friday and the next Monday Craig had what turned out to be major surgery.  He went in for a routine appendectomy and ended up spending four days in the hospital. [I keep telling you people that nothing is easy with Craig!]  
  • While Craig was recovering, football was starting for Cooper. [And Cooper gets super ill when he is tired.]
  • All during this time I am trying to prepare Molly for college.  Craig wasn't able to help at all. And for the first time, as we packed her car, I was realizing how tough her moving out was going to be. I cried a lot of tears behind closed doors.  
  • Gabe and Emma were just forced, during all of this, to just deal with it. They were stressed out too. 

No. None of us are facing life threatening illnesses.  We have good jobs and we don't need for a thing [well except some exercise but that's another day].  

But my family has had some extenuating circumstances that have created stress in our lives that has just built up and up and up.  

This little vacation has given us some much needed time to reconnect.  We've done just what we wanted to do [and a lot of eating] and a whole lot of nothing too. 

We rode through a Christmas light show at the Pelican's ballpark.  Craig and Cooper took selfies and Emma and Gabe stood in the sunroof.  [Molly and I acted like the normal ones in the family.]  We shopped at the outlets in the rain [and bought nothing]

Craig and I found this fabulous popcorn place. [We are simple people.  We love simple things. Popcorn is simple.]  We bought the Chicago mix and some Ho, Ho, Ho mix [it is Christmas].  We also spent some time talking to the owners. Of course, she left teaching to make popcorn.  He walked away from being an accountant. Hmmm....sounds like a plan....

We found an outdoor drama about the night Jesus was born at a local church so we visited.  It was awesome!  Gabe was so amazed.  I love his innocent spirit. He flinched at the Roman guards, he listened intently as the merchants in Bethlehem shared their skills, and he was in awe when he saw baby Jesus in the manger.  We also visited this same church for Sunday service.  As we sang Chris Tomlin's version of Joy to the World I just looked down the line of Shorties in awe.  

Unspeakable joy! 

This life, right now, is just where I want to be.  

I love my family. 

I love the time that God has given us to just be together. We've watched movies and eaten popcorn.  We played Heads Up and laughed at each other.  We've taken naps, stayed up late, and sat in our pajamas all day.  And yes, we found the best local Mexican dive for our one dinner out. [We love Mexican food.]

This is what Christmas is!

Unspeakable joy!


Tuesday, December 16, 2014

You surprised to see us Clark?

Ahhhh...the joys of Christmas.  

The Christmas tree.

We got our tree the night before Thanksgiving and decorated it Thanksgiving night.   [I use "we" loosely. I decorated while the others watched.] Gabe was put in charge of watering it.  Little did we know, the tree stand [that I am pretty sure we've had since the better part of forever] had the slightest crack in the bottom.  

Gabe wasn't watering the tree [sometimes 4 times a day because, in his words, "that tree must be drinking a lot of water"] but watering the carpet.  And the subfloor.  Now, almost three weeks later, that same area is bowed up.  

Water is not our friend.  Remember the bathroom incident with the leaking pipe [behind the wall] that caused us an entirely new bathroom floor and vanity? And the pipe under the kitchen sink that popped at 7:15 on a school morning?   

The stockings.

When we moved here I was thrilled to finally have a mantel on which to hang stockings.  [I'm simple.] For years I've wanted to make us matching stockings. My family nearly had [what we call in the South] a conniption.  

"What about our old stockings?"
"How will Santa know?"
"I won't use the new one."

Geez!  Can't a woman have a Pinterest moment and just make some new stockings out of the burlap and chevron she has without someone throwing a rod?  

Yes, in fact, she can.  And she did.  But it was not without some what I like to term "small issues" [AKA I-really-can't-sew-and-it-takes-me-three-times-as-long-as-the-average-sewing-lady]

I couldn't get the heel patch matched up on the first one. 
I couldn't get the two to close on one of them.
I sewed one shut. [That one is Craig's.]

Finally, after a week [and more than one ripped seam] I did manage to complete them.  

And the others are hung on the weird banister we have in the living room.

With care.

The elf.

[Usually not on the shelf but sitting where I left him the day before.  Or three days before.  I lost count.]

I like the elf.  
My babies think it is cool.  
Molly and Cooper thinks it is creepy.
Craig doesn't care if it ever gets moved.

Buddy [we thrive on originality in this house] has been in the fridge, a kitchen drawer, a mason jar, in the ceiling fan, roasting marshmallows, and a few other places.  

Thank goodness Molly is home.  She has elf duty. [Ha ha ha! I just said duty.]

The cards.

We are so over cute Christmas cards [and that would be mainly because my kids hate to actually pose for one].  

Last year we did a redneck Christmas and used some lines from Merry Christmas from the Family. [It wasn't really hard for us to act be redneck.] 

This year we....
[I can't tell you. That would ruin the surprise. Or add extra nightmares with the anticipation.]  Once I get them mailed out I will post them.  But lets just say that we were All Shook Up....

My Jesus.

The Birth of Jesus Luke 2:1-20 
"In those days Caesar Augustus issued a decree that a census should be taken of the entire Roman world.  (This was the first census that took place while Quirinius was governor of Syria.) And everyone went to their own town to register. So Joseph also went up from the town of Nazareth in Galilee to Judea, to Bethlehem the town of David, because he belonged to the house and line of David.  He went there to register with Mary, who was pledged to be married to him and was expecting a child. While they were there, the time came for the baby to be born, and she gave birth to her firstborn, a son. She wrapped him in cloths and placed him in a manger, because there was no guest room available for them. And there were shepherds living out in the fields nearby, keeping watch over their flocks at night.  An angel of the Lord appeared to them, and the glory of the Lord shone around them, and they were terrified. But the angel said to them, “Do not be afraid. I bring you good news that will cause great joy for all the people. Today in the town of David a Savior has been born to you; he is the Messiah, the Lord. This will be a sign to you: You will find a baby wrapped in cloths and lying in a manger.” Suddenly a great company of the heavenly host appeared with the angel, praising God and saying,

“Glory to God in the highest heaven 
and on earth peace to those on whom his favor rests.”

When the angels had left them and gone into heaven, the shepherds said to one another, “Let’s go to Bethlehem and see this thing that has happened, which the Lord has told us about.”So they hurried off and found Mary and Joseph, and the baby, who was lying in the manger.  When they had seen him, they spread the word concerning what had been told them about this child, and all who heard it were amazed at what the shepherds said to them. But Mary treasured up all these things and pondered them in her heart. The shepherds returned, glorifying and praising God for all the things they had heard and seen, which were just as they had been told.

The Son of God.
Sent to save a wretch like me.  

Billy Graham wrote this about Christmas: 
Visitors to our home at Christmas are sometimes startled when I read the tragic story from the Old Testament before an evening of carols.
“Aren’t these grim thoughts for this happy time of year?” they ask. “The season of Jesus’s birth is no time to talk of death. What do Adam and Eve have to do with Christmas?”
To which we answer: Everything. Without the story of sin in the Old Testament, what can the Good News of the New Testament say? Without sin, we have no need of a Savior. We cannot separate our joy at Christ’s coming from our desperate need for Him. Unless we have witnessed the tragedy of man’s separation from God through the millennia before Bethlehem, then the birth of a baby in a stable is just that for us, no more.
Nor can we separate His birth from the work He came to earth to do. Without His death, His birth has no meaning. The birth without the Cross is a gift half-given. Many would rather not think of the Cross at Christmastime. They take the angels’ song, but reject all that it implies. In doing this, they rob themselves of the full joy of Christmas.

My Thoughts
Romans 1:16 For I am not ashamed of the gospel.
I am not ashamed to defend my beliefs as a Christian.
I choose to put up a nativity scene [or three] in my house because it reminds me that Jesus came as the propitiation [He took the wrath of God] for my sins. 
I choose to recognize that we celebrate Jesus' birth on December 25th but I know that the true date of his birth is thought to be months later.  Why does that even matter to people? 
Here is a comment found on Facebook: If you want to be technical about it, Christmas was originally a pagan holiday and is NOT the date of Jesus' birth. The Catholic church hijacked the holiday. [Hijacked is such a strong verb here. Was there specific rights to this date or something?] 
I did a little bit of research [have I ever mentioned how much I detest history?] and I did find some interesting information from this website:
In the end we are left with a question: How did December 25 become Christmas? We cannot be entirely sure. Elements of the festival that developed from the fourth century until modern times may well derive from pagan traditions. Yet the actual date might really derive more from Judaism—from Jesus’ death at Passover, and from the rabbinic notion that great things might be expected, again and again, at the same time of the year—than from paganism.

Everyone is entitled to their own beliefs.  That's cool if you and I do that whole proverbial "agree to disagree" thing.  I get it.   
Revelation 3:16 "So, because you are lukewarm--neither hot nor cold--I am about to spit you out of my mouth."
Be one way or the other.  Don't proclaim to be a Christian then throw your support for things that are not scripturally sound.  
1 Peter 3:14 "But even if you should suffer for the sake of righteousness, you are blessed. AND DO NOT FEAR THEIR INTIMIDATION, AND DO NOT BE TROUBLED, but sanctify Christ as Lord in your hearts, always being ready to make a defense to everyone who asks you to give an account for the hope that is in you, yet with gentleness and reverence;"
Yes. As Christians we are called to extend mercy and grace and compassion and love to everyone.  That doesn't include judgement over differences.  
We are also called to make a defense for why we have the hope in Christ that we do. And we are asked to do that boldly.  I cannot do that by supporting things that go against what the Bible says just because the world says I should. 
   I John 4:4-6  "You, dear children, are from God and have overcome them, because the one who is in you is greater than the one who is in the world. They are from the world and therefore speak from the viewpoint of the world, and the world listens to them. We are from God, and whoever knows God listens to us; but whoever is not from God does not listen to us. This is how we recognize the Spirit of truth and the spirit of falsehood"   
I've seen the word "offended" a great deal when I've read statements about Christians and our apparent sneak attack on Christmas.  
I'm not offended if someone says "Happy Holidays" instead of "Merry Christmas."  
I'm not offended if you choose to support removing the nativity scene from Dallas. 
I'm not offended if you don't eat at Chic-Fil-A anymore. 
For those of you that are so convinced that us Christians have this attitude, do you really think that Christians just walk around with hurt feelings because you defended your position [as the Facebook trolls that love to bash the holier than thou leave mega comments and epistles on all the reasons why them religious nuts have it wrong]?  
Oh that's right...I forgot that when Christians do defend their beliefs then we are being overbearing, pretentious, and generally close-minded because we disagree with others who do not share our beliefs.  Those huge windows of peace, love, and freedom of speech, religion, etc. seem to close when the "Bible thumpers" bring it.      
Hmmm..pot please meet kettle.  It seems that generally close-minded, overbearing, and pretentious can apply to anyone.     
I make my choices and you make your choices.  
You choose to stand on one side of the fence and defend your cause while I choose to stand on the other and defend mine.  
But, as a Christian, there is no sitting on the fence. 

Tuesday, November 25, 2014

Mirror, Mirror on the Wall

When I look at my daughters I see beauty. I see two girls with confidence and wisdom.

I see one growing into a strong woman with an amazing faith in God and people.

I see one growing into a teenager with a childlike innocence and a tremendous compassion for those around her.

When I look at them I see love. And grace...boundless, endless grace. 

Psalm 139:14 "I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made; your works are wonderful, I know that full well."

"Beauty is in the eye of the beholder." Oliver Platt

"Beauty is how you feel inside. And it reflects in your eyes. It is not something physical." Sophia Loren

"To all the girls that think you are fat because you are not a size're the beautiful one.  It's society who's ugly." Marilyn Monroe

How do I get there?  When I look in that mirror I see 
I can read these things and say these things but I cannot believe these things.


[I am not fishing for compliments or for anyone to feel sorry for me.  Just being real and sharing my heart right now, at 1:49am.]

I had a situation at school, earlier this year, with some boys making fun of something physical about me. I am not sure what they said about me but I know it wasn't very nice.  Now I feel like I'm on display and an open target when I am in front of them.

For goodness sakes...I am the adult. The teacher. The one in charge.  Why am I allowing them to dictate how I feel? [And that, my friends, is the $64,000 question.] Because maybe they are right. I don't know sometimes.

Being an overweight, short, not fashionably dressed woman is difficult in today's world.  EVERY SINGLE THING I see on social media, in magazines, and apparently in the 8th grade, says that women are not beautiful if they aren't ultra skinny, long-haired, and wearing MK everything. 

I am exercising.  
I am walking.
I lost 3.5 pounds last week.  
I will get there.

So along the way, as you pray, throw my name in there...I sure could us it. 

Monday, November 10, 2014

Wake Up Parents!

There is a social media app out there called Yik Yak.
Parents need to wake up and check out what kids are saying about themselves and other kids. [I did erase some of what was said here.  You have been warned.  It is graphic.]

 The designers had this to say about their app to the Huffington Post:
"We were naïve," Buffington told me. "We designed the app primarily for college students. Using the app the way we intended it to be used requires a certain amount of maturity and responsibility, we were idealistic about who possessed that." When Brooks Buffington and Tyler Droll, two recent graduates of Furman University, created Yik Yak last fall, their vision was to make a "virtual bulletin board," or a messaging system that would serve as a blank slate for random thoughts or postings. Its anonymity is a major feature, says Buffington, "because that guy in the back row of your science class might be the funniest guy you never hear."

Here are some reviews from the world wide web:
Tribune - Alabama
KXAN - Texas

Why am I looking at Yik Yak? [The better question here is WHY would ANYONE look at Yik Yak?] 

Yes. I'm one of those moms. 

I am all up in the "bidness" of my kids when it comes to social media.  You call it what you want.  

I call it being the parent.

I don't read their text messages but I can if they give me a reason.  Better yet, I can have their phones cut off. And throw them away. 

My job is to teach them how to be responsible adults.  Part of that job, in today's world, is to teach them about their presence on social media. If I don't teach them then things like Yik Yak will teach them. [And honestly, the thought of that makes my stomach turn.]  

I've had issues with things I've read on Twitter but at least, with Twitter, it isn't terribly hard to either figure out who is saying things or at least get Twitter accounts shut down. 

Some kids don't get it - at all.  Colleges, employers, and recruiters pay people money to befriend kids on social media so they can follow what is being said and posted. There are too many athletes that lose scholarships over social media. Even the NFL and the NBA are starting to take notice and fining athletes for lewd and inappropriate things posted on social media. Colleges will reject you if you cannot be socially responsible - and they should.  

Plus, I hate to go all old-school on you but back when I was growing up if we had issues with someone we just told them. [And yes, that might have lead to a fight or a broken saxophone or a little hair pulling.]  We didn't hide. 

Now kids are hiding. [Or at least some of them are trying to hide.]  Some of them don't care.  Wear their curse words, promiscuity, and bullying as a badge of honor. 

Parents, I must ask: Where are you?? 

Where are you while your kids are tweeting pornographic pictures to anonymous "expose" accounts??

Where are you while your kids are cussing each other and talking about awful sexual encounters on Yik Yak??

Where are you when your kids are being consumed by social media and their names are being attached to terrible things being spewed for all the world to see??

Do not give me that nonsense that everyone has a right to their own opinions. There is a HUGE difference in having an opinion and just being a huge bully. 99% of these thugs that are saying things are just that - bullies. 

Do not tell me that some parents just don't "get" social media.  If your kid has access to the internet then you need to make it your business to understand EVERY SINGLE thing they are doing. 

And please, for the sake of my sanity, do not tell me that you don't feel like you can talk to your kids about these things without making them mad.

Let them get mad! 

I am not a perfect parent. Don't even profess to be close to it.  I make many mistakes, sometimes on a daily basis.  I've had to learn [the hard way] that there is a learning curve to this parenting thing.  

My kids are all different.  One is very level-headed [like their daddy] and the other three will go zero to I-may-punch-you [just like me..or so they say...I don't see it at all....]. My kids are not perfect.  We have had many, many come to Jesus meetings in this house [and in the car and at Wal Mart and at church and too many other places to name]

However, I will tell you that my kids are NOT on social media using language and saying things that would make a grown man blush.  They are not saying lewd things and bullying kids.  

No. Its not because they are perfect or we are perfect.  It is simply because we encourage them to pray about issues affecting them. We encourage them to talk about problems with us.  They understand, no matter the consequences, that we need to know when there is a problem they cannot handle. Issues do not get swept under the rug.  We are brutally honest...if we don't like something [and sometimes someone] we will let them know.    

We are real.

There are rules and consequences. We have high expectations for academics and behavior.  More than that, we they know there is a responsibility to try to live a holy life that reflects God. [They've been called Bible thumpers, Holier-than-Thou, Mr. and Mrs. Goody Two Shoes, and various other names.]  

All of us, here at Casa de la Shortie, are a work in progress. But Romans 1:16 is alive and well.  

We are not ashamed. 

Know what is going on in the lives of your kids on social media.  

Stand up parents.  

Saturday, November 1, 2014

Threat Level: High

I went off to college with dreams of studying biology then working at Duke Energy or going on to school to be a radiologist.  

Organic chemistry brought that to a screeching halt. [I mean like hitting-a-brick-wall-you-are-stupid kind of halt] 

I changed my major to elementary education with a concentration in science.  I did my student teaching in 2nd grade with some of the most amazing teachers I've ever known [and still know].  It was such an awesome experience.  I couldn't wait to get my own classroom.  

1st grade was my first real test.  

I didn't do so well.  I got those babies [and they were really still kindergarteners] and I Did. Not. Have. A. Stinkin'. Clue. 

I was so stressed out.  I did what I thought was supposed to be done...what I'd learned in college but I'm not sure if those poor kiddos learned a thing.  

I was a terrible first grade teacher.  Terrible.  I knew from the beginning that I was not cut out to teach little ones..that takes a special teacher.  I'm not that special teacher.

In the late winter of that year we moved and I took an interim job in a 5th grade class in Mooresville.  

My faith in my career choice was restored.  I found out quickly that I loved 5th graders.  They were independent, [I had first graders that couldn't quite make it to the restroom....and it was IN THE ROOM] funny, and capable of being challenged.  I just couldn't find that with those first graders. [Honestly, I cried almost every Sunday when I taught first grade because I didn't want to go back but we had a baby and bills to pay.]

Eventually we would move [a few more times] and I ended up teaching 4th and 5th grade for almost 11 years.  

There were fun times.  Once, I received a grant and we used the money to send cameras to a school in every state.  We asked the schools to take pictures of their schools and mail us the cameras back.  This was so much fun [I still have all the states and pictures] because we were able to learn about geography as if we were there.  We wrote to all the governors and asked for their favorite recipe that used ingredients from their state. Arnold Schwarzenegger even sent us his favorite recipe [it was something that if you ate it then the food in your stomach said, "I'll be back"].  I had wonderful teammates and made forever friends along the way.  I learned so much from the people I worked with during this time.  I was blessed to teach some AMAZING kids those years, many of which I still keep up with as they become adults.  [Eek...which makes me feel as old as I really am.]  

I earned my National Boards and my Master's degree during this time. [I also had TWO more children before we realized that drinking the tap water was not good.]  The good times far outweighed any disappointments and failures.  

During this time Craig was able to get a job teaching and coaching at KM.  This would mean, for the first time in a long time, we'd all be on the same schedule and in the same school system.  

Around this time I decided to leave my comfort zone and try my hand at middle school science.  

It was definitely a change.  

Middle schoolers are unique creatures.  They are stuck between being silly and growing up. They are über concerned with what others think about them.  They are funny [sometimes in a weird sort of way] and some crazy stuff comes out of their mouths.  They truly live by "what comes up comes out". No filters. 

For me, it was an adjustment and it took me a few years to get used to this middle school world.  

I've learned a few things along the way:
1. You pick your battles.  Some things just are not worth the worry.

2. Be flexible. Technology fails. Kids don't get it. Issues happen.

3. Don't take anything personally. [Well, I won't exactly say I've learned this one but I am trying.]  Often they aren't mad or angry with the adult as much as they are mad at themselves [and sometimes mad that they got caught]

4. Involve parents.  Something happens between the time we give them information, directions, consequences, etc. and the time they get home.  

5. Get to know your students on a personal level. [That doesn't mean befriend them on social media or anything like that....I'm not a werido.]  Ask them about the game. Ask them about their outfit [because sometimes you truly want to know if they got dressed in the dark]. Even though they are standoffish and sometimes "too cool for school" [couldn't resist] they truly want others to be interested in them.

6. [This one has been difficult for me.]  Not all of them are going to like you. And some of them will be vocal about not liking you or your class. 

7. Be consistent.  If you threaten a punishment then you better come through with it.  On that same token, if you value your life, if you promise a reward you better come through with it.  They may forget their homework, their manners, and their names but they WILL NOT forget you promised cupcakes.

8. Trust me when I say that they want structure and direction and focus.  If I have 5 extra minutes at the end of the class the worst thing I can do [yet, I still do it] is say, "Read a book or work on homework."  I might as well be saying, "Pillage and plunder and cause mayhem!" because that is what middle schoolers hear.  

I am trying something new this year, in all of my classes, called Genius Hour. I let my kids pick a topic of interest that they want to learn more about and they are going to present this just before we get out for Christmas break.  

We work every other Friday in class and then the students are working at home. Some of their topics include:
  • Learning to surf
  • Parkour 
  • Photography
  • Videos that will encourage young girls to be confident
  • Writing and publishing books
  • Mixing music
  • Learning to play the piano
  • Japanese culture and anime
  • Magic
  • Designing legos
  • Creating a website to sell tshirts
And the list goes on and on and on....
And the shocker of it all: I'm not in charge. 

Each student in my class has been issued a challenge to pursue a passion.  I am just there to help.

Probably a bigger shocker: They are not being assessed. 

Teaching is so much more than just a test at the end of the year.  True story coming at you [and one I may have told before so sorry if you already know it]. I was told, several years back, that I was the worst reading teacher in the county and the ranking by test scores "proved it."  Talk about a sucker punch to the gut. What makes it worse is that every single teacher's name was on that list for all the world to see.

That was a defining moment for me in teaching and in my life.  I made some promises to myself as I waddled [yep...8 months pregnant with Gabe] up the hall back to my room that Halloween day:
1. I would persevere.  
2. I was just a year away from getting my Masters degree in reading.  What I never told that particular administrator that day was that I earned my MEd in reading because I wanted to be a better reading teacher...but not for a test score. I would be a better reading teacher.
3. Attitude reflects leadership.  I would defy every negative vibe being reflected. 
4. My name might be at the bottom of that list but that one small sliver of what I did in my classroom was not a true reflection of things that I had done in my career.
5. Prove [name withheld] wrong.

Testing has its place.  Assessment is is being supportive and encouraging.

Attitude reflects leadership.

I like inspiration.  I like to share inspiration with my classes.  Every Genius Hour Friday we start off with a video.  This week I chose this one:

Our kids can be limitless, no matter their circumstances or backgrounds. 
It is my job to make sure I am a stepping stone and not a stumbling block.

I have been discouraged for a few years with teaching and really, education in general.  It's never been so much about the pay with me. [I guess you just come to terms with that whole "kicking a dead horse" thing.] 

My issues have been more with negativity [my own included], lack of purpose, and just generally feeling like a punching bag sometimes. [I'm not looking for sympathy....just sharing my thoughts before they consume me.] I take a lot of things very personally. To a fault sometimes. That is just who I am. 

I know I'm not the only teacher in the world that feels like throwing in the towel sometimes but that Find A New Career-O-Meter seemed to be hitting new highs in the last few years.  

But, as always, God's timing is perfect.  I have been reminded, over and over and over again, of Colossians 3:23: Whatever you do, work at it with all your heart as if working for the Lord and not for men. Today, not by coincidence, I saw several former students while grocery shopping.  We did little more than wave at each other and speak but it was an "A-Ha!" moment for me.  

I am not teaching to be at the top of the "high flyer" list of tested areas.  
I am not teaching for the applause of men.
I am not teaching because it is all I can do.

My students. 
My school. 
My coworkers. 
Teachers everywhere.

We are limitless.

Ephesians 3:20 says, "God can do immeasurably more than we could ever hope or imagine."

He sure can.