The week progressed past the initial parent meeting at the girl's school. I have been working with a dedicated group of parents on fund raising for funds to help pay all those little incidentals as well as looking toward bigger events to help get the school back surer footing. I like the planning and executing. I am amazed at the education I am getting. The amount of money needed seems insurmountable. The number makes my head spin.... yet there is hope. Things keep chipping away at the big number... and slowly but surely the number is coming down. God IS big enough. Miracles are happening. What a wonderful lesson for the children and ourselves. Prayer and perseverance will get us through no matter what happens.
This second week was interesting the mood at the school lightened a bit. There was an atmosphere of moving forward and trusting for God's provision. Then today in Sunday school they played an audio of a christian comedian and speaker. He said if he ever gets one minute what would he say : "learn to smile while you talk." That is his one piece of advice. I found it so applicable is our life right now. What a good way to lighten the mood and lift spirits. So pray, persevere, and smile while you talk. God will care for the details.
Allow me, Lord, to persevere. Remind me, Father, to pray always. Help me, Adonai, to rejoice in all things, giving thanks for every situation, Help me to smile while I speak.
Caite
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Sunday, February 14, 2010
Sunday, February 7, 2010
Walking through...
The last week has been a tremendous time of needing to trust. The girl's school is in a financial crisis. Saving the school will take God's provision. The press has not told the whole story and has done some damage with what they have written. Some families feel betrayed. I don't. I cannot imagine being administration and trying to figure out when and how much to share. Many are looking backwards and trying to blame. This has me frustrated. While it is true knowing how we got here will help us not go here again, We need to be praying, working, and moving forward. Satan's attack has been many faceted and thorough. I am so amazed at how little things become mountains. People go into a tailspin over details that should be insignificant. The deceiver wheedles his way into hearts and minds. This causes distrust, communication failure, anger, unprofessional actions, and a host of other problems. I have been asked why I haven't withdrawn my kids. Why we have chosen to stay and fight for this place? The short of it is...withdrawing my kids and giving up on the school would be, for me, the easy way out. I cannot walk that path. I must fight. I must work. I am praying for restoration. Praying for wisdom and guidance. No it is not about me. But it is about obedience, Obeying what we believe God is leading us to do. I beg for your prayers. Pray for Bright One & Love Bug as some of their friends move on to other schools. Pray for wisdom for the Admiral and I. Pray for guidance and wisdom for the administration of the school. Lastly Pray for our teachers, they minister daily to our children at all levels through this time of uncertainty, pray for them to lean on God's provision for their grace, stamina, and physical needs.
In all this God is showing me that He is big enough to walk us through trial. Each day God is enough. Whether or not the school survives God is enough and God will care for us. My job is to keep walking in obedience. Keep walking.
In all this God is showing me that He is big enough to walk us through trial. Each day God is enough. Whether or not the school survives God is enough and God will care for us. My job is to keep walking in obedience. Keep walking.
Tuesday, November 24, 2009
Feasts, & Fun
Today there was a grand feast. There were Indians. OH! Excuse me... I was informed there were Native Americans. There were Pilgrims. What makes lunch hour more than just lunch but a FEAST? Paper bag dressed natives, construction paper pilgrims, determined teachers and willing parents.
Back up to Monday. At ten o'clock in the First grade room apple peels went flying as each first grader learned to use the peeler- corer- slicer. They measured water, sugar and cinnamon into the crock pot full of apple slices. They stirred the apple slices... the smelled them cooking all day in their classroom. hmmmmmmmmmm that wonderful appley scent wafting through making everyone hungry. A glance in the Kindergarten room showed flour in the air, on the desk, on the floor, and on several faces from making homemade noodles. Two volunteer mothers are snapping green beans and peeling potatoes. One fifteen in the Pre K room the children gather around Mrs. H and measure milk and corn meal for muffins. Meanwhile I filled a dozen pint jars with heavy whipping cream. When the corn meal muffins were ready to go in the oven each child got a jar. The shaking began. When you agitate heavy whipping cream long enough... it turns into butter. Really Good butter. Those little ones so eager to please were a joy. "Mrs. C Check mine!" " Is it ready yet?" " look at mine!" " I am tired, you shake it" So Mrs H and I would shake theirs for a bit until the child decided we were doing it wrong and took his or her jar back. Eventually we had 12 jars with butter in the bottom of each. We poured off the moisture and chilled the jars so there would be fresh homemade butter for the Feast today. Bright One was very proud that she had turned it into butter ... like magic. The second grade made pies... the whole elementary wing smelled divine. Someone made the turkeys today and the young elementary feasted. It was an event. Tomorrow the upper elementary will feast.
I came home very tired Monday after helping the first grade make applesauce and the Pre K make butter. But satisfied. I can see the draw in teaching. The excitement of Bright One and her classmates as their jars transformed to butter. The joy of Love Bug showing her peers how to peel apples. It was a fun day. Then today when they pile into the car and share about the turkey and all the sides. It was worth the effort to make the memory. What made it grand? The memory does. My girls made the day a wonder by their excitement and willingness to believe in brown bag natives and construction paper pilgrims.
Lord, restore my willingness to supply imagination to each setting and person. That I might see them as you would have me see them. That I would be obedient to your nudges to act when all I see are bags and paper instead of Natives and Pilgrims, Lord Help me see more clearly.
Back up to Monday. At ten o'clock in the First grade room apple peels went flying as each first grader learned to use the peeler- corer- slicer. They measured water, sugar and cinnamon into the crock pot full of apple slices. They stirred the apple slices... the smelled them cooking all day in their classroom. hmmmmmmmmmm that wonderful appley scent wafting through making everyone hungry. A glance in the Kindergarten room showed flour in the air, on the desk, on the floor, and on several faces from making homemade noodles. Two volunteer mothers are snapping green beans and peeling potatoes. One fifteen in the Pre K room the children gather around Mrs. H and measure milk and corn meal for muffins. Meanwhile I filled a dozen pint jars with heavy whipping cream. When the corn meal muffins were ready to go in the oven each child got a jar. The shaking began. When you agitate heavy whipping cream long enough... it turns into butter. Really Good butter. Those little ones so eager to please were a joy. "Mrs. C Check mine!" " Is it ready yet?" " look at mine!" " I am tired, you shake it" So Mrs H and I would shake theirs for a bit until the child decided we were doing it wrong and took his or her jar back. Eventually we had 12 jars with butter in the bottom of each. We poured off the moisture and chilled the jars so there would be fresh homemade butter for the Feast today. Bright One was very proud that she had turned it into butter ... like magic. The second grade made pies... the whole elementary wing smelled divine. Someone made the turkeys today and the young elementary feasted. It was an event. Tomorrow the upper elementary will feast.
I came home very tired Monday after helping the first grade make applesauce and the Pre K make butter. But satisfied. I can see the draw in teaching. The excitement of Bright One and her classmates as their jars transformed to butter. The joy of Love Bug showing her peers how to peel apples. It was a fun day. Then today when they pile into the car and share about the turkey and all the sides. It was worth the effort to make the memory. What made it grand? The memory does. My girls made the day a wonder by their excitement and willingness to believe in brown bag natives and construction paper pilgrims.
Lord, restore my willingness to supply imagination to each setting and person. That I might see them as you would have me see them. That I would be obedient to your nudges to act when all I see are bags and paper instead of Natives and Pilgrims, Lord Help me see more clearly.
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