My students are graduating from 8th grade in just a few weeks. Sniff sniff. Is this what it feels like to be a parent? I taught them how to write essays, the difference between independent and dependent clauses, how to study their Bible, and different songs. I taught them there were consequences when you disobeyed, and consequences when you treat others wrongly. I taught them how to play games and laugh, while being productive and learning. I laughed so hard til I cried, I cried out of frustration, and I cried out of love. I gave a year of my life to 23 precious children, and my have they grown! My fifth graders are moving on to high school, and I’m sitting here feeling weepy and so very proud of how far they’ve come. Cheers, to the class of 2012. Love you guys and miss you so dearly! I long to come visit you some day soon.
I’m a lucky gal.
The times where I have the most intimate conversations with God is past 3AM. Enjoying this time with my Savior.
“My soul finds rest in God alone; my salvation comes from Him.”
Beginning today, treat everyone you meet as if they were going to be dead by midnight. Extend to them all the care, kindness and understanding you can muster, and do it with no thought of any reward. Your life will never be the same again.
I’m pretty sure EVERY SINGLE COUPLE I’ve ever known has become engaged or married this summer. I think that would make me the….. 27th wheel? Well, that’s awkward.
You can’t undo anything you’ve already done, but you can face up to it. You can tell the truth. You can seek forgiveness. And then let God do the rest.
English cottage. Perfect.
Wouldn’t it be neat if we could stop complaining about our minuscule faults and imperfections, and instead accept the beauty in the normalcy of the person that we truly are? Stop wasting time trying to achieve an alleged ‘perfection’ that doesn’t even exist. No more comparisons. Simply live.
Remember when you were five? Go ahead, allow yourself to revert back to a time where the biggest worry in your life was whether or not you wanted to be an astronaut, what color jellies to wear, or if you wanted to go down the slide or play in the sandbox. When we were younger, we aspired to be somebody great; someone who would make a difference in the world— someone who would mean something to someone else. And here we are, years later, living a life that even our five year old selves would be disappointed in. Whatever happened to those aspirations? When did we stop allowing ourselves to work towards the person we wanted to be? Who says, as adults, we can’t dream a little? It seems that when we lose that mixture of innocence and hope, and we begin to allow the world tell us how impossible our dreams are- that’s when we let unhappiness be our guide. So here’s to the dreamers, the go-getters, and the five-year-olds at heart- don’t give up. Just dream.
This is what life should look like.