Friday, March 23, 2012

from a pastor in Zimbabwe

This past week I have been in Texas for Spring Break.  While visiting my parents new church with them, this was shared with us during Sunday School by their teacher, who happens to be the old pastor from the church I grew up in.  Something about it spoke to me and made me want to share it. 

"I'm part of the fellowship of the unashamed.  I have the Holy Spirit power.  The die has been cast.  I have stepped over the line.  The decision has been made - I'm a disciple of His.  I won't look back, let up, slow down, back away, or be still.  My past is redeemed, my present makes sense, my future is secure.  I'm finished and done with low living, sight walking, smooth knees, colorless dreams, tamed visions, worldly walking, cheap giving, and dwarfed goals. 

I no longer need preeminence, prosperity, position, promotions, plaudits, or popularity.  I don't have to be right, first, tops, recognized, praised, regarded, or rewarded.  I now live by faith, lean in His presence, walk by patience, am uplifted by prayer, and I labor with power.

My face is set, my gait is fast, my goal is heaven, my road is narrow, my way is rough, my companions are few, my Guide is reliable, my mission is clear.  I cannot be bought, compromised, detoured, lured away, turned back, deluded, or delayed.  I will not flinch in the face of sacrifice, hesitate in the presence of the enemy, pander at the pool or popularity, or meander in the maze of mediocrity. 

I won't give up, shut up, let up, until I have stayed up, stored up, prayed up, paid up, preached up for the cause of Christ.  I am a disciple of Jesus.  I must go till He comes, give till I drop, preach till all know, and work till He stops me.  And when He comes for His own, He will have no problem recognizing me...my banner will be clear!"

-From a young pastor in Zimbabwe

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Friday, March 9, 2012

dear teacher


I was so happy when my mom decided to start a blog.  She has always been one to give great advice, even in those situations where I don't want to hear what she says.  I think my mom might have always known that I would teach one day.  Her most recent blog post is a letter to a teacher that she says has always been on her mind since I started Kindergarten.  Now that I am a Kindergarten teacher myself, I see the letter in a different light and keep it in mind as I teach everyday and interact with my students, who, I feel like, are practically my children :) For any teachers reading, I hope you ask yourselves these questions and let this give you a little reminder of how important our job is. 
Dear Teacher,
I have entrusted you with my dear, precious child (ok, maybe not so precious all the time, but still precious to me and to God) for seven hours a day, five days a week. For my young child, that means you will be with him more waking hours than I will. That is a scary feeling. 
Who are you? What kind of personality do you have? Will you love my child in the way my child needs love? Do you have the morals that I want my child to learn from someone that spends that much time with him? Will you honestly seek out the best ways to help him comprehend the concepts that he must learn at his age? Or, do you just consider this a job and do the same things the way you have done them for ten, twenty or even thirty years? Are you a screamer or will you give my child that special hug that only a teacher can give when my child needs it? Will my child look up to you or will he be indifferent to you? Will you be the teacher that is disciplined and requires discipline in return? Children can sense the kind of love that is real, that comes from discipline. Please don’t let them do whatever they want to make them happy. Life is not that way and they need to learn that at an early age.
Teaching is God’s gift to you and you are to do your very best as though you are teaching for the Lord, not for the other teachers or even the administration.  No matter what the grade, you influence them whether it is a positive influence or a negative one. What my child sees and learns from you could be the beginning of a wonderful life or the beginning of a life of misery. 
If my child doesn’t get the basic skills of reading, writing and arithmetic, he will feel he is a failure when he is older. If he doesn’t learn how to interact with others in a mannerly and considerate way, he will not achieve the things in life that could be his. If he doesn’t learn to respect his teachers, he will never respect adults in life. If he doesn’t learn to abide by the rules, he may land in jail. You are molding my child’s life. This is not a job, nor a competition. It is my child’s life you are dealing with. Each day before you enter the classroom, please pray that it will be the day that makes a difference and I will be praying for you. In my eyes, you have the most important job in the whole wide world. Don’t abuse it but adore it.


To view my mom's blog visit www.cathrynandcompany.blogspot.com
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Sunday, March 4, 2012

lack of fascination :)

I think my lack of blogging stems from a lack of interesting things to blog about.  Maybe I should have a child - yes, just so I can blog about it.  Kidding of course :) 

Children have taken up a lot of our time lately - our precious niece and nephew of course.  They were home for a little over a week so we spent lots of time playing.  Michael has found a new love of playdough and the farmer is his playdough partner.  Look at Michael looking at him - ahhh, melt my heart!  He loves his Uncle Matt soooo much. 


While the farmer has been playing, I have been rocking and holding and loving every minute.  Those cheeks!


I have also been spending my gift cards I got for Christmas - yes, two months later :)  I have been eyeing these Steve Madden boots for months and finally felt better about buying them with a gift card.  Baby girl spit up on them, but thankfully I got them clean!

I also used my Dillard's gift cards to buy a Michael Kors purse, but am having buyer's remorse.  I bought a deep tote and think it may be too deep and am thinking about going to get a not so deep, wider one.  Decisions decisions.  I. hate. decisions.

I've been filling quite a few personalized orders lately and am loving it!  I finished this personalized casserole yesterday and tumbler orders this week.  I'm working on setting up an Etsy store and am excited about getting it ready to launch.  I will be opening my Etsy store as Harvest Home Designs and am waiting on my old Park Street Market logo to get updated with my new name and colors. 



See, life isn't too fascinating these days, but I'm loving it anways :)


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