Thursday, August 24, 2006


Well, it's that time of year where I have to go and get my eyes checked at the doctor. I started wearing glasses two years ago, but this is my first eye appointment since then. I forgot to make the appointment last year. Then I kept thinking, maybe they'll get better if I wait longer, but alas, I need to go in because I now want contacts instead of glasses. I need a change from glasses.

I know you're all thinking...great story, do tell us more, but this appointment has got me thinking and I'm not sure the thought is fully developed, but here it goes.

I believe that being a Christian has similar responsibilities and needing to get your eyes checked. Our eyes could be perfect for years, but then somehow they start to get blurry. If we don't do anything to fix them they get worse. I almost would equate knowing I needed to go to the eye doctor with when one knows that Christ died for their sins. Then making the actual appointment for the doctor, is professing that you know change needs to occur in order for you to continue. The annual checkups at the doctor are necessary to keep tabs on your eyes and to fix them, when fixing is needed. Now we go to God more often than once a year (or so I hope), but it's very similar. We pray to God and talk with Him to keep our relationship healthy, just as I go to the doctor to keep my eyes healthy. When we skip our time with God we're taking a chance that it may be harder to get our relationship back to normal because other factors could have corrupted our thoughts about something.
When we hit a bump in the road in life, if we don't stop and reexamine our hearts and who we are it would be easy to let the blurry vision about God remain and continue to get worse...for example, when a loved one dies, or something unexpected and painful happens in our life, it is easy to get angry at God, but unless we "get a check up" that though process would only get worse.

Today when I go to the doctor, he may tell me my eyes have gotten better, but in reality, there has probably been some type of change that makes it even more important that I go now than it did when I first went to the doctor two years ago. Anyway, the point to what I'm saying is that we should all stop and examine our hearts and figure out what prescription it needs to be fully in love with God and then make a point to keep the lenses adjusted so that we always see 20/20.

Friday, August 18, 2006

Twinkies and RootBeer

This story was sent to me in an email and I thought it was precious....hope you enjoy!

A little boy wanted to meet God. He knew it was a long trip to where God lived, so he packed his suitcase with Twinkies and a six-pack of Root Beer and he started his journey.

When he had gone about three blocks, he met an elderly man. The man was sitting in the park just feeding some pigeons.

The boy sat down next to him and opened his suitcase. He was about to take a drink from his root beer when he noticed that the man looked hungry, so he offered him a Twinkie.

The man gratefully accepted it and smiled at boy. His smile was so pleasant that the boy wanted to see it again, so he offered him a root beer.

Again, the man smiled at him. The boy was delighted! They sat there all afternoon eating and smiling, but they never said a word.

As it grew dark, the boy realized how tired he was and he got up to leave, but before he had gone more than a few steps, he turned around, ran back to the man, and gave him a hug. The man gave him his biggest smile ever.

When the boy opened the door to his own house a short time later, his mother was surprised by the look of joy on his face. She asked him, "What did you do today that made you so happy?

"He replied, "I had lunch with God." But before his mother could respond, he added, "You know what? God's got the most beautiful smile I've ever seen!"

Meanwhile, the elderly man, also radiant with joy, returned to his home. His son was stunned by the look of peace on his face and he asked," Dad, what did you do today that made you so happy?"

He replied, "I ate Twinkies in the park with God." However, before his son responded, he added," You know, he's much younger than I expected."

Too often we underestimate the power of a touch, a smile, a kind word, a listening ear, an honest compliment, or the smallest act of caring, all of which have the potential to turn a life around. People come into our lives for a reason, a season, or a lifetime. Embrace all equally!

~author unknown~

Send this to people who have touched your life in a special way. Let them know how important they are. Have lunch with God!

And .......Thanks for touching my life!

Tuesday, August 15, 2006

very weird

I am sitting at home today thinking about how weird it is that next week when all of my colleagues go back to work, I won't be. To update those of you who aren't sure why I'm not going back. My husband is in the Marine Corps. In February he passed the BAR Exam, thus he is now being activated by the Marine Corps so that they can utilize him as a JAG Lawyer. This requires us to relocate to Virginia for a little bit. We were suppose to leave in August, but there was a little mix up and now we're leaving in November, but needless to say, I won't be a here a full school year to be teaching.

So, anyway, I think I've realized that I'm bummed about not having a class to get ready for right now. I mean I knew I'd miss it, but I'm so excited about this next adventure with my husband that I didn't think I'd realize how much I missed it...does that make sense? If not, oh well...

I love watching children "get it" for the first time, whether it be reading, a science experiment, how to do a math problem, etc. Children make the profession amazing. Knowing I'm not able to go back right now, has proven this to me. I think the reason I wasn't so sure I'd miss it right away was because of how jaded I was about the politics involved with teaching. I had no idea how many outside influences swayed my opinion of teaching. But, I've come to realize now, it's not the teaching that was being swayed, that has always been my joy, my passion. It was all of the "other stuff," that unless you're a teacher, probably doesn't make much sense.

Didn't mean to go on a rabbit trail, my point in all this is that I dearly miss preparing for a class right now. I want to be in a classroom setting up and getting ready for the school year. I know God has me in this place for a reason, maybe it be simply so I could see how much I truly love teaching, or maybe it's for another reason. I don't know at this point. All I know is that something feels like it's missing and now I know what it is.