Tuesday, October 16, 2012


I'm not sure what I want to say here, but life is changing. I have nothing profound to share, just thoughts I'm processing. With the economy, the job rate, etc., (and I'm not being political here), life is different. I read something recently that our children will be the first generation in the history of the United States that will likely have less than their parents did. That is sobering to me, and, at first thought, scary. 

However, the more I thought about it, Jerry and I have always had a firm belief that all American Christians should spend some time overseas. We firmly believe that American Christians are spoiled, and therefore often weak. We have also prayed for an awakening and strengthening of the body of Christ in this country. Maybe this is God's way of bringing our nation to its knees. I don't know, but He's doing something.  Never in my life have I known so many friends out of work or facing salary reductions, etc. It can be overwhelming. Maybe we have become too comfortable, and rely on our "stuff" and our independent spirit to get us through. I don't know, but it definitely has me praying...and seeking...and desperate for a Word from Him. 

Makes me think of one of my favorite songs that seems to be my heart these days...

Sometimes it feels like I'm watching from the outside
Sometimes it feels like I'm breathing but am I alive
I will keep searching for answers that aren't here to find

All I know is I'm not home yet

This is not where I belong
Take this world and give me Jesus
This is not where I belong

So when the walls come falling down on me

And when I'm lost in the current of a raging sea
I have this blessed assurance holding me.

All I know is I'm not home yet

This is not where I belong
Take this world and give me Jesus
This is not where I belong

Tuesday, August 28, 2012

Right or Wrong...Never in Doubt

This morning, I pulled out Asher's planner because I forgot to sign it last night. As I was looking over his assignments, I noticed there was one that said, "reread 'Pepita'." I knew that we had not done that yesterday, so I asked him about it. He replied, "No, we didn't do it. I don't need to. It's a Spanish story, and I know Spanish. We eat at El Sombrero every Sunday."

Monday, August 27, 2012

I'm Baaaack

I'm here again.
Not sure how regularly I will write, but I miss it, and I've had some comments that others miss it too. I think I stopped writing when FB took over, then my updates got even more brief with Twitter. Then I found myself bored with most everything on social media and wandered back to reading my friend's blogs again. So, I'm back on the writing wagon. I hope you enjoy. Actually, I write more for me and for my family. It's therapeutic. I enjoy it. If I'm encouraging my students to write, I must get back to it too. So, welcome! Comment when you get a chance.