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Round 2 of Spring Break

Ok.

I know I am being a terrible blogger right now.

I usually live for my writing…putting aside other tasks to pen my posts.

But…

This job of mine has been EXTREMELY demanding of late.

I honestly didn’t know how I was going to see my way out of this past week.

Can I just say that God is merciful?

That He is!

I’ve been prioritizing…focusing on the things that need my immediate attention, and that has helped lift some of the stress.

Still though, even as I write this, I know I have two observations coming up this week.

One will not be too big of a deal, but I still want my class to make a good showing.  Although it won’t affect my performance rating at my school, I want to showcase my students and, quite honestly, their amazingness (that’s not a word, but it’s my blog and I can do what I want).

The other is my second observation by my administrator.  My principal will be coming in to watch my students and I do our thing.

My kids have already been prepped.

They know they’ll get cupcakes later in the week as a reward.

They’re awesome anyhow, but they also know that they are very special…hand-picked by me to do their thing for the top dog.

I’m also going to video the first of the three lesson plans I wrote for my Reading Endorsement.  If it turns out well, I’ll send it in and keep my fingers crossed that my instructor approves it.  I only have to have one filmed lesson plan approved to meet that criteria for this final class I’m taking.

Meanwhile…

Chicky was home part of this past week for her Spring Break.

She left on Wednesday.

Rooster flew in…well, okay…he drove in…Friday evening.

Happy Dance!

When he was thirty minutes out, he called.

“Mama, um, I just wanted to give you a heads-up that three more guys are on their way to stay at our house tonight.  They just need a place to sleep before they leave in the morning for their camping trip.”

Rooster had already planned to bring home one friend.

So I had thirty minutes to prep for five young men.

I did what all exhausted school teachers do at the end of the day and didn’t stress one little bit.

As Rooster told me, they’re college guys.

They don’t need frills.

The Mr. ran to Walmart and stocked up on a few supplies…food, that is.

We don’t keep much in the house now that we’re childless nine months out of the year.

Can I just tell you how happy I was when those boys walked through the door.

They are fine young men.

They’re all members of Rooster’s fraternity, which just received its charter as the newest official member of the BYX family.  It’s a Christian fraternity.  They have tons of good, clean fun together while holding one another accountable in their Christian walk.  They have cell groups that are led by various members of the fraternity.  They have accountability partners.  They use GroupMe to stay in contact with each other on an hourly basis.

They’re incredibly intelligent too.  Many are majoring in engineering…software and mechanical to be precise.

They spent time playing my Wii.

Their deep laughter filled this mama’s heart with joy.

Then, they settled in to watch a movie.

That’s when I crashed.  I was wiped out from what had been a stressful week.

I felt blessed, though, to be sharing my home with these fine young people…my son among them.

God’s Chisel

My friend, Barb, aka “Dinosaur,” is the FCS club sponsor.

Because we are good friends, and also because I’m a supremely kind person (;)), I allow the club to meet in my classroom.

Today, the club’s president ran this video.

It.

Was.

Amazing.

The skit is about the process we go through when we ask God to mold us more into His image.

It is a painful process in which we give up control and then try to take it back again…and so forth…and so forth.

I thought I’d share it with you.

Nothing Random About It!

Yesterday evening, I received a phone call from Rooster.  He’s been dog/house sitting for his friend’s family while they’ve been on a cruise.  Thus, he hasn’t spent much time at home this past week.

His phone call instantly made me nervous because: 1) It came at 10:30pm, and 2) Nothing good usually comes from phone calls that late at night.

“Mama,” he said.  “I can’t find the mailbox key, and my wallet is missing too.”

Oh boy.

The family lives in a neighborhood that has the kind of mailboxes that you need keys to open.

The wallet…well…I could only imagine the difficulty in trying to get things replaced…especially since Rooster will be leaving on Sunday, and his college is in a different state.

Still, he’s misplaced his wallet before, so it was my great hope that we’d locate it again.

I also immediately thought of my “word” for the year…RELAX.

What good could come from being anxious?

I calmly asked him all of the key questions:  “Did you look in your car?  Did you check under the seats?  Did you look under the couches?  Did you retrace your steps?”

He answered yes to every question I directed at him.

He knows the routine…the looking-for-something routine.

He is a boy, after all, and prone to such mishaps.

😉

I told him that I was watching a movie with Chicky, but that I would drive over afterward.

That seemed to calm him.

I also prayed.

Hard.

I left the house about an hour and a half later, and he called me on the way.

“Mama,” he said.  “I found the key!  It randomly showed up in my backpack in the pocket I checked a bunch of times.”

He’d been keeping the key and his billfold in an open pocket of a backpack he uses every day.

The first thing I thought, though, was that it wasn’t anything random.

“Honey,” I said.  “I think an angel put that key in that pocket.”

See, I don’t believe in randomness, unless you’re talking about one of my students saying something random.  You know kids.  Their minds flit from one thing to the other quicker than a woman can change her mind!

😀

He still had not located the wallet, but I assured him we would.

That was a challenge that proved difficult, if not impossible.

When I got to the house, I checked the chair he’d spent the week sleeping on.

As I dug my hands into the crevices, I felt a sharp pain and quickly withdrew my hand…to see this…

Oh my word.

It was a nasty cut, let me tell you, and we could not find a band aid to save our lives.

I wrapped a napkin around it, and we continued our search.

We walked out to his car, scanning the ground with each step we took.

Imagine us doing this at midnight in the cold.

Yeah.

I love my boy that much.

😀

As we got to his car, Rooster apologized for the state it was in.

In other words, it was messy…oh so messy.

That’s my boy!

😀

He assured me that he’d looked everywhere, but I still had to put my own eyes on every inch of that car.

The wallet wasn’t there.

We returned to the house, and we formed a plan.  He would get up in the morning and search the path to his car again.

I’d go home and look through his dirty blue jeans once more.  I would also check the couch he’d been sitting on the last time he’d been home.

Granted…I’d done both, but I’ve been guilty of overlooking things as well.

I assured Rooster that God would lead us to the wallet.

In other words, I was RELAXED.

When I got home, I bandaged up my thumb and began my search.

I checked the couch, pushing my hands carefully into the crevices.

Nada.

My couches recline, so I lifted up the footrest on the side he’d been sitting on.

Then, I got on my knees and shined my flashlight underneath.

What a nasty sight!  All I saw was dog hair, trapped by the metal bar contraption that allows the couch to recline.

And then I saw something lumpy.

Hmmm…

It was actually very near the outside of the couch, right under the armrest but on the floor.

I reached my hand around the outside bottom of the couch and pulled out his wallet!!!

It was dusty and covered in dog hair, but it was intact!

I think that when I’d pushed my hands into the crevices, I’d pushed the wallet all the way through the crack in the couch from where it had been stuck.

I excitedly called Rooster and gave him the good news, all the while praising the Lord for His help in locating the elusive billfold.

I’ve never much believed in coincidences.

I know that God orchestrates the happenings in our lives.

I am so grateful for His hand, which is there to guide us, if only we’d ask for help.

I’m pretty sure He’s helping us ALL the time, but that it’s actually rare for us to acknowledge that it’s His work, not ours, that is responsible for positive outcomes.

This is not the first time God has shown Himself so tangibly in our lives…especially in regard to lost items.

For this, I am grateful, for it is in this way, among others, that God has shown how very real He is and how He does care about the everyday things in our lives.

God is a personal God who knows each of us individually and meets our individual needs.

There’s absolutely nothing random about that!

God Speaking

In yesterday’s Hodgepodge post, Question #7 asked about something that we need to tell ourselves at the beginning of this new year.

My one word answer was RELAX.

It was an interesting word choice but one that had come immediately to mind as soon as I read the question.

I had a dentist appointment first thing yesterday morning, and as soon as I sat down in the waiting room (mind you that I get very nervous when I go to the dentist), I saw the following sign…

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Sorry for the poor quality, but I didn’t want to have to go into a long explanation of how I’m a blogger who constantly takes pictures for her blog.

People think I’m weird enough as it is.

😀

But there it was…right in front of me…that one word…

RELAX.

I really felt that God was speaking to me.

He knows my anxious heart…the way I’m fretting over a class I’m taking…the to-do list i cannot seem to make a dent in..,even the sad feelings that are beginning to creep in as the days draw nearer for my babies to return to college.

RELAX

It’s not something I’m good at.

I’m constantly multi-tasking and cannot even seem to watch a television show without working on some other project, usually school-related.

RELAX

I need to buy the shirt.

I have a feeling I’ll be coming across this word quite often this year.

When I do, I’ll smile in the knowledge that my Heavenly Father sees into my inmost being, loves me despite my many, many faults, and has provided this word of wisdom to soothe my weary soul.

God is in Control

I will not post particulars about the election, nor will I share who I voted for.

What I will say is that I have grown to loathe politics.

I think that people start off with good intentions when they begin their climb through the political ranks.

Somehow, the demands of trying to please so many groups of people becomes too much, and those in office give in to the temptation to blur the lines of what they originally stood for.

This makes elections difficult as candidates sell their souls to the devil, so to speak.

Their allegiances to various groups winds up bogging them down in rhetoric that makes them lose face and credibility in others’ eyes.

I am pretty much what you would call naive as far as politics goes.

I don’t understand the ins and outs of financial and foreign policy issues.

I don’t really understand such things as illegal immigration, although I am a naturalized citizen.

Wealth, poverty, and taxes…all I know is that these things are a part of life.

As a teacher, I deal with folks from every realm.

I don’t discriminate.

I try to forge relationships so I can fill in the gaps for these amazing children.

In other words, politics takes a back seat to everything else in my life.

I can’t say that I trusted either candidate in this presidential election.

That’s sad, is it not…that I can’t even trust the person who is supposed to be the figurehead for the country I am a citizen of?

Yeah.

My one comforting thought is that God is in control.

I put my trust in Him, for I am but a temporary resident of this earth.

My citizenship is in Heaven, and I’d rather place my trust in God, who doesn’t speak out of both sides of His mouth…whose words are always the same…whose IS the moral code that our man-made laws are built upon.

I love the words of the song below.

Read the words as the song plays and place your trust in God.

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God is in Control – Twila Paris

This is no time for fear
This is the time for faith and determination
Don’t lose the vision here carried away by the motion
Hold on to all that you hide in your heart
There is one thing that has always been true
It holds the world together
God is in control
We believe that His children will not be forsaken
God is in control We will choose to remember and never be shaken
There is no power above or beside Him, we know Oh,
God is in control, oh God is in control
History marches on
There is a bottom line drawn across the ages
Culture can make its plan oh, but the line never changes
No matter how the deception may fly
There is one thing that has always been true It will be true forever
God is in control
We believe that His children will not be forsaken
God is in control
We will choose to remember and never be shaken
There is no power above or beside Him, we know
Oh, God is in control, oh God is in control
He has never let you down
Why start to worry now?
Why start to worry now?
He is still the Lord of all we see
And He is still the loving Father
Watching over you and me
Watching over you, watching over me
Watching over every thing
Watching over you, watching over me
Every little sparrow, every little thing
Oh, every little thing, oh
God is in control
We believe that His children will not be forsaken
God is in control
We will choose to remember and never be shaken
There is no power above or beside Him, we know
Oh, God is in control, oh God is in control
Oh God is in control
Oh God is in control

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iQHlKc8DrB4

BYX Parent Weekend

I took a half day off on Friday so I could travel to Auburn to visit Rooster.

It was Auburn’s homecoming, but I was mainly going to see my boy and attend his fraternity’s parent dinner.

The Mr. and I met up with Rooster and spent time chatting with him in his dorm room. His bedroom was a bit of a disaster because he had hosted Chicky, my nephew, and Chicky’s roommate last weekend…
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We ate dinner together and then attended the women’s volleyball game, where we scored free t-shirts…20121103-210921.jpg

We had so much fun! Aubie and the cheerleaders were there, and the crowd was loud and supportive.20121103-212619.jpg

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The walk to and from the volleyball venue was gorgeous. The campus is a pretty place at night!!20121103-211405.jpg

We bid Rooster goodnight and headed to our hotel.

The next morning, we got an early start. it was just us, a squirrel, and the few other people securing good parking places.20121103-210814.jpg

Of course, a trip to Auburn always involves shopping. I splurged a teensy bit…

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I returned to the car to drop off my water bottle and was supposed to meet the Mr. at the Alumni Tent. Well, I got lost. Along the way, I did run into part of the band and enjoyed their little per-game show…
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Meanwhile, the Mr. had bought a couple of tickets. Boy did we luck out! We sat on the 50-yard line, row 16, next to the student section…

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The view was amazing!!

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We won…finally!

We met up with Rooster after the game. It was sweet to watch him analyze the game with the Mr. as we walked around campus…

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As we walked, we passed below the toilet paper-laden trees (they are still very sick though)…

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We had a lot of fun shopping and bought Rooster a new bow tie and a pair of plaid shorts. The boy is developing a great sense of style!

We left him to return to his dorm, while we ran to our hotel to freshen up for dinner.

When we drove back to campus, I stopped by Toomer’s Drugs to get my lemonade fix…

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Then, it was time for Rooster’s fraternity’s parent dinner.

We were treated to a slideshow that gave us glimpses into the last two months of our boys’ lives. What fun they’ve been having too!!!

The president and the chaplain spoke, and I was moved by their sincere words.

BYX was started at Auburn in 2008, and it has been growing slowly ever since.

Its mission is to provide a place where Christian young men can strengthen their faith and serve as an example to others that college guys can serve the Lord during these still-formative years of their lives.

This is an impressive group of young men, and I am so thankful that God led Rooster to them.

It is a tangible sign that God’s hand is on my boy, and I find that incredibly comforting when I can’t always have my eyes on the sweet boy I gave birth to so many years ago.

Saying goodbye was bittersweet. Rooster always makes me feel loved and appreciated.

I’ll get to see him in a couple of weeks, and you better believe that I’ll be counting down the minutes, as I do when I know I’m about to see either one of my babies.

Sharing More Than Words

Sometimes this profession I’m in calls me to do more than feed my students words.

Sometimes, I have to really feed them…literally…

One of my students approached me yesterday and explained that she was staying with her sister and didn’t have lunch money.  She asked if she could borrow a couple of dollars and promised to pay it back.

I NEVER carry cash with me.

EVER.

God had prepared the way, though, and I happened to have money in my coin purse, which I gladly handed over.

This little girl is especially precious to me.  I taught her last year, and she was hardly ever at school.

She’d been transferred into my room from another class, and she had major trust issues.

I had discovered, after questioning her gently, that she was having some serious family issues that were causing her to miss school.

I think she was also choosing to skip school, as evidenced by the goal she wrote for herself this year…to stop skipping school.

When she entered my room on the first day this year, I gushed over her and told her how happy I was to have her back.

Every day, I share affirming words with her.

I want to make her feel worthy and cared for.

Thus, yesterday’s plea for assistance was HUGE.

It signified trust.

Last night, when I was getting my football boys’ bags ready, I reached into my pantry for extra goodies.

See, God had prepared me for this day as well.

I never, ever go shopping, if I can help it.

Last Friday, my friend, Jane, and I had eaten lunch together and then hit Target, where I bought a cart full of goodies from the dollar bin…loads of snacks…intending the yummies to hit my boys’ bellies.

God had other plans.

I put everything in a pretty little bag…

The fruit was what I had left from a package I’d bought for my boys.

Here’s what I’m taking to school today…

Folks, I don’t share this because I seek glory for myself.

It’s simply that I’ve been reminded that I am an extension of God’s hands, tending to those who need Him most.

I don’t know if my students are followers of Christ.

That’s not for me to know.

What I do know is that they can come to understand who God is through seemingly simple actions.

There is a world of hurting people…desperate for others to take notice and lend a helping hand, whether it’s though something tangible or intangible, such as a listening ear…

…or a bag full of snacks.

 

She’s the Good One

The other night, I went out with a few friends…a rare event for this homebody.

At various points during the many conversations that occurred that evening, it was said, “She’s the good one…” a reference to me.

I have to admit that I was embarrassed.

Why?

I was embarrassed because I know myself all too well, I’m afraid, as do those who know me best…the Mr. and my own children.

When I got home, I told the Mr. about the conversation, and he said, “You just can’t accept someone telling you that you’re good, can you?”

Nope.

I can’t.

It’s not because I’m an overachiever.

That’s really not it.

It’s just that I know the things I think and my past actions (and the intentions that have fueled those actions).

I have very high standards for myself, and when I don’t live up to those standards, which, in my opinion, is quite often, I judge myself…

Harshly.

That’s why I have a difficult time accepting words like those my friend spoke the other night.

Although I am very careful about the “me” I present to the world, I know who I am when I am not around others.

Of course, I know I’m no different from anyone else.

We all have faults, and I guess the world would be in total chaos if everyone didn’t exhibit self-control…especially in the public arena of life, eh?

Still, ultimately, when I heard the phrase, “the good one,” I could not help but think that there was and IS only ONE good ONE…Jesus.

I cannot even compare myself to Him, who was perfect in thought and deed.

And thus, I feel so unworthy of my friend’s words.

I’ll tell you a humbling story.

One day a few weeks ago, I rang up my friend, Barb, and shared something I’d noticed…something that was, in all honesty, poetic justice.

I cannot share details because I’m not stupid in that way (I’m stupid, don’t get me wrong, but sometimes I do use my brain).

My observation, though, was twinged with a bit of devilish delight, I’m afraid…which was not lost on Barb, who’d been privy to the back story.

I told Barb, “I’m so bad for this, eh?”

To which she replied, “Naw…it just means that Jesus ain’t done with you either.”

And there it was in a nutshell.

Though most people think of me as a sweet, naive gal…a major overachiever…I’m not like that through-and-through.

Oh sure, you may not see me involved in drama, because I refuse to participate in stupid shenanigans.  I’m getting too old for high school stuff.

The drama in my life mostly exists within my mind and my soul as I constantly self reflect and do battle with my own thoughts.

Those battles sometimes rear their ugly heads…but mostly in the presence of my loved ones and not the public-at-large.

I’m very much a sinner who is very much grateful that Jesus, the ONLY GOOD ONE willingly took my sins upon Himself and died for me so that one day, I can face God but not endure His wrath for my sins.

 

Unbearable Burdens

Dear Heavenly Father,

This is your not-so-perfect yet ever-so-faithful servant, AuburnChick.

Honestly, I just need to have a frank talk with you.  I hope you don’t mind.

See, my community was thrown with a huge curve ball when Princess Madison’s life was cut short.

Oh, but the blessings I’ve witnessed have been a huge comfort.

Still, I’ve gotta tell you that I’m at a loss for words (and You know this is huge for me) regarding the latest sadness to hit my community.

Our school district superintendent’s daughter and son-in-law were in a car accident while returning home from vacation.  His son-in-law did not survive, and his daughter, who is expecting a baby in six weeks, are in the hospital, being monitored closely but otherwise okay given the circumstances.

Dear Lord, you know how small this community is.  We’ve either taught or been taught by or had children taught by those involved in the accidents, and our hearts are hurting more than we ever thought possible.

I am so thankful that though the burdens are too heavy to bear, that You are a God with large shoulders, and You want us to lean on You right now.

I’m not sure why so many sad things are happening around here right now…why You’ve allowed the storms to stall out, literally and figuratively, above my little corner of the world.

But I choose to trust you, even in the midst of the tears I shed.

I trust that You will continue to create blessings from the muck that my community seems to be stuck in.

Just as pebbles of sand are turned into beautiful pearls after friction, I trust that these difficult times will result in lives that will be worthy of being presented to You one day.

Please comfort Madison’s family as well as Mr. H, his daughter, Allison, and her husband’s family.

Please give them strength to carry on.

Please use these tragedies to draw us all closer to You.

Thank you, Lord, for always loving us and knowing what’s best, not only for us as individuals but us as a community.

Love,

AuburnChick

What Do You Really Want?

Yes, I know I already posted an entry for today; however, I went to church and was inspired this morning.

My pastors are beginning a series that will take us through the book of Judges.

For those of you not familiar with the Bible or, more specifically, the Old Testament, the Old Testament is about the Israelites, God’s chosen people, who constantly fell short of His expectations despite the incredible miracles He performed to free them from the bondage their sin repeatedly put them under.

It’s going to be interesting to hear what my pastors share each week, and I look forward to learning how to apply the truths in Judges to my everyday life.

During the music portion of the service, I was moved by one song in particular…Jesus Paid It All (O Praise the One).

Perhaps I like this song so much because it takes me to my days of growing up in a small-town Baptist church where we sang the old fashioned hymn  Jesus Paid It All during many a frequent altar call.

This song goes through the salvation story in such a simple but beautiful way.

As we sang, I began thinking about those around me who either refuse to give their hearts over to the Lord or are blinded by the erroneous teachings of their own religions.

There can be no denying that our hearts seek after reconciliation.

With what, exactly, is one of the big questions that unbelievers wrestle with.  How to execute a reconciliation is the other big question for unbelievers.

I wonder if these people really want to be reconciled, though.

It comes at great cost…giving up yourself to One who is Greater.

The Israelites struggled with this question.

Sure, they wanted God but how willing were they to give up control…totally submerge themselves in Him?

For the Israelites of the Old Testament, this required a bigger leap of faith than we realize.  They didn’t have the New Testament in front of them.  They didn’t know the end of the story…that Jesus would ultimately redeem the people from their sins.

Most unbelievers in today’s world can’t use the excuse of not having heard of Jesus.  We live in a culture that wages battle against the name of Jesus and what He represents.

Thus, like the Israelites, we live in a fairly godless word, where morality is at an all-time low, led by godless leaders.

This morning, Tom, my pastor said something that really struck me.

He said that while we are sinning, God sometimes gives us what we want.

That’s not necessarily a good thing.

We want to live godless lives, He gives us godless leaders.

Look at Israel’s history.

Look our ours.

Tom said something to the effect of, “If you want godliness, God will give you Godly leaders.”

Hmmm.

It begs the question that we should all ask ourselves (I include myself in this)…what do we really want…in our lives…for our world?

I want to lead a life more closely aligned with God’s Word.

I want to live in a country that has a Christ-following leader…who shows his devotion to the One and ONLY Lord through the decisions he makes in his own personal life and in whatever political office he’s held or is holding.

I rarely get political on my blog, and I’m not going to push any particular candidate.

The only reason why I’m mentioning it is because the words I heard today touched me on a personal level.  The words I heard challenged me to be more purposeful about what I desire…the decisions I make and the decisions of others…decisions I might or might not choose to support.

Food for thought.

Here’s the song we sang today in church.

May it speak to your heart as it did to mine, and may it lead you to either pray for your own salvation or for the salvation of those you know.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=38EVco7eba0