Proverbs 2:1-5

If you accept my words and store up my commands within you, turning your ear toward wisdom, and applying your heart to understanding, and ifyou call out for insight, and cry aloud for understanding, and if you look for it as for hidden treasure, then you will understand the fear of the Lord and find the knowledge of God.

He Can Do Anything But Fail

March is almost gone. What a month it has been...full of stress and excitement. joy and sorrow. laughter and tears. decisions and apprehensiveness. brief moments of hyperventilation. I have made some new friends, and deepened friendships with others. I didn't think I was going to make it to spring break, but here I am on a Sunday after midnight, putting my thoughts out in the blogging world...does anyone even read this anyway?

God is good. My sister had a baby, and what a beautiful little miracle he is.
God is good. He led me to discover that my strongest gifts aren't in teaching.
God is good. He was with me when I drove 37 hours by myself.
God is good. Betsy got married!
God is good. He brought new friendships into my life (adam, dave, lukas)
God is good. He made my path cross with Gerry and Sharie Chappeau...to watch and learn.
God is good. He allowed me to see Eddie and Laurie, my St. Louis parents, almost everyday for three weeks.
God is good. He made a way for me to work with the InterVarsity Spring Break groups.
God is good. He reunited me with a friend (Mandy) from my early college days.
God is good. Though I have no idea what He has in store for me, I rest confidently in the fact that His plan is perfect. For me. For my family. For this new life. For my new friendships. For my old friendships. For the children in my class. His plan is perfect. Hallelujah.

untitled (written Easter morning)

tears.
beautiful tears.
tears mixed with blood.
tears mixed with sweat.
painful tears.
beautiful tears.
tears.

tears.
sweet tears.
tears of mercy.
tears of grace.
sacrificial tears.
sweet tears.
tears.

tears.
joyful tears.
tears of freedom.
tears of peace.
sorrowful tears.
joyful tears.
tears.

Aunt Amanda

A few summers ago, I worked at a summer camp where the campers referred to you as "aunt so -and-so" or "uncle so-and-so." I never really imagined what it would be like to have a child that could legally call you aunt. Well, now I'm an aunt. Let me say it again, I am an aunt. My mom is a grandmother. And my grandmother is a great-grandmother. It's kind of strange to the ear. My sister had a son. His name? Maven Damean. 6 lbs. 10oz. 20" long. Perfectly round head, and the first newborn that I haven't thought was ugly...hehe...sad, but true...babies are miracles, but they definitely aren't the cutest looking things their first couple of weeks of life...although Maven is. I'm an aunt.

So I've been really bad at blogging lately

Life has been a little crazy lately, but good crazy. It's been over a month since I've written anything on here. My kids have gotten a month older and are still funny. My grandparents came to visit and survived spending time with some of my friends. My friends have become more special than I ever thought that they would, AND I've added a Floridian dietician to the mix. Our Texas friend decided that we needed some "culture." We ended up at a Charlie Robeson (I think that is how you spell it) concert at a local casino. I must admit when he sang the song "She may not be the best, but she's the best that I can do, " I questioned just what kind of culture I was being exposed to and decided that Mr. Texas can no longer be the social chair. Okay, just kidding. Charlie really did sing that song, but I liked it :)

I don't really have a whole lot of stories from school to tell. Maybe it is because I'm becoming immune to the funniness. Or maybe my students aren't that funny anymore. Or maybe I just don't take the time to write what they say on here. Although one girl did call her taste buds "tasty bugs" the other day. Haha....