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Sweet Memories

With the passing of our sweet Memaw, my husband’s maternal grandmother, came a flood of memories.

At her funeral, of course, there were many things brought up to remind us of her goodness, her kindness and love.

She loved us, loved people. She would get tickled and laugh, not out loud, but in a way her whole little body shook. It was the cutest thing. My husband remembers from way back when she always took care of him. He practically lived at her house.

This song was played at her funeral and it really describes that kind of bond with a grandparent.

https://youtu.be/8gJy2gWlRZo

I started thinking about my own grandmother who helped me and was always there for me. A friend of mine had a windmill photo post yesterday that reminded me of my Grandma G. She loved windmills. I never knew exactly why, but she did. I remember making her one in a college sculpture class I took. It’s great how things like this can remind ya of the good stuff.

We are blessed to have all the sweet memories about those loved ones that mean so much to us. May we always be able to bring them to mind.

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Favorite

As a married-in member of my husband’s family, as far back as I can remember, he has been teased about being his Memaw’s favorite.  I’ve heard said he could do no wrong in her eyes.  At times these comments kind of pierced me a bit.  I’m not sure it ever did him.  I guess I didn’t really want them making fun of my man.  Sometimes, I felt the jealousy that was associated with the comments and that would rile me a little.  But thinking of these times (and comments) as our sweet Memaw is nearing the end of her life, I only smile.  I think of how her eyes lit up when he came in the room.  She would look that same way or sometimes even more so when my son came in as well.  These two were her “Buddy” and “Little Buddy.”  She didn’t love any of her family any less.  She just loved her buddies perhaps in a different way.  It’s not a level thing.

Seriously, it’s easy to have my husband as a favorite.  I know I’m typing this from a biased opinion, but really… He’s a good man.  First and foremost, he loves Jesus.  He always helps people when they need it.  He goes out of his way to do so.  He is loyal and respectful.  He’s never been a crude or gross individual.  He takes care of his family.  He works and not just his regular job.  He’s always working on something.  He’s a great candidate for a FAVORITE.

A lot of people say you shouldn’t have favorites.  You should show everyone the same love.  I understand their point of view.  We should all show brotherly love to all of God’s creations.  When it comes to the people we interact with (family or not), I don’t think we love one more than the other… it’s just a different love.  On my job, I do not rank my students in some type of list.  And I do not believe Memaw ever did that with her family.  She did all she could for all of them.  It just happened that perhaps her buddies were closer and able to help her more or to go see her easier than other members of the family.  Everyone has this situation in their family.  Everyone has ones closer than others.  That doesn’t mean you are less loved.

So, as for favorites?  As I said, I understand the point of view of how some people say you shouldn’t have favorites, but I think favorites are just a part of our lives.  We have people that are closer to us.  We have people who fit us better.  We have friends and family members who we just get along with better than others.  Why is calling them a FAVORITE so wrong?  I have a favorite Uncle who has always been my fave, because he has always listened to me.  He’s always been an encourager.  He LOVES me and just calls to tell me that and that is it.  He’s one of my favorites!

So, I say again, Why is calling someone a FAVORITE so wrong?

I bet YOU are someone’s favorite.  😉

 

 

Good Enough to get to Heaven

Being good.  It was hard.  Everyone knows you are supposed to be a good human.  I kept this in mind all the time when I was young.  It was always on my mind.  I did so many bad things.  You have to be good to go to Heaven, right?  That is what I was taught, what I was told.  I knew, with no doubt, I was going to hell.  It was hard to be good.  Seriously, I tried.  Over and over, I tried to be good enough to get to Heaven.  I was young, we all do dumb stuff as stupid young people, right?

I got older, I grew up.  I got married, got my first real job and still had this nagging need to try and be good enough.  I still messed up.  I was older, but still did dumb stuff.  I did horrible stuff.  I was more mature, but being good all the time, was still hard.  So hard!   As an adult, the overwhelming need to be good increased and along with it, the guilt grew to mountainous heights.  I was so not good enough to go to Heaven.  Ever felt like that?

Then, I was sent some awesome people to help me along.  God knew I wanted help.  I prayed for help.   Looking back, I’m not sure I really knew exactly how to pray.  God knew.  He always knows.  A co-worker gave me a book that helped open my eyes to somethings.  I can’t remember the name of the book, which kind of disappoints me now, but I know that it helped guide me in a better direction.  I always believed there was a God.  I knew I was made by this God, but what I didn’t know, is exactly how much He loved me.   This book helped me focus on God and take focus off of some of the things that had held my gaze for way too long.

Then, God sent even more people to help me.  He had already surrounded me with some that were going to help turn me more toward him.  My husband was one of them.   He was saved at a young age.  I wasn’t sure what “saved” even meant.  As I said, I believed in God, but wasn’t sure about all that really included.  I was at a revival one night where the speakers and singers made it so clear to me!  I realized that night that I didn’t have to be good enough for God to love me.  I mean, yes, I wasn’t good enough.  I’m still not good enough.  I will never be good enough on my own.  None of us will ever be good enough, but at the same time, we are enough with HIM.  We are enough, because God sent His son to SAVE us.  Jesus came to make a way for us.  He covers our sins and every unworthy thing we do and makes us pure and righteous.  HE does it all.  We do not have that power.  We can’t clean ourselves up enough to be ready to be saved.  We are SAVED by what Jesus did for us.  And then when we are saved by Him…we are able to do the  good stuff.  With him, we can more easily look away from our sin, reform and be redeemed.  ONLY with Him.  I cannot do anything without HIM.  Before Jesus, I could never be “clean” or “good” enough, but with Him, I do whatever I can, with His strength, to strive to be more like HIM.  Will I ever reach his mark?  No, but I am going to try every way I can to continue to run to that mark.

I thank Jesus for His strength, His guidance and for all the ones He sent into my life to help me move toward HIM.

Thanks be to Jesus, I am GOOD ENOUGH to get to Heaven.

My teacher perspective.

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I’m three weeks in to our school year with students.  It’s been a great three weeks.  My students are exceptional! Of course, I knew that already.  I knew I’d have a day full of bright, intelligent, fun kiddos.  I was so ready to get this year started!

I am one blessed teacher.  I get to share my day with 102 students who have so many differences and similarities.  All of those things make me excited and grateful to be back in my classroom-happy-place.

A lot of people have told me over the years that I get to teach the “fun” stuff so loving my job is a piece of cake.  They say it’s EASY to love my job.  These types of things are always said in sarcastic or even a cynical way.  I feel the jealousy heat coming from them.

Well, I tell you, when I was choosing my path to teach…what I was set out to do was to LOVE what I do… no matter what I chose.  Art just happened to be THE THING I love and the thing I chose.  If a math, English or history (insert subject of choice here) teacher doesn’t LOVE their subject then perhaps they shouldn’t teach it?

I promise you, I’m not some dreamer that thinks ONLY loving your subject is all there is to loving a teaching position.  Loving your students is first and foremost and this love must begin before you even meet them!  As teachers, we MUST have our minds made up that each and every student who enters our doors are precious and worthy of our love.  My perspective on this has, of course, developed over the years.  I didn’t start out exactly like this in the beginning. (I wish I had!)  I knew I always wanted to teach, but I didn’t start out with this exact perspective I’m going to write about.  It’s something that I’ve developed and I continue to work on daily.  You have to maintain it! Maybe this blog will help a newer teacher?  This part of my teacher perspective, I believe, is the most important part.  Is it easy all the time?  Not 100% of the time, I assure you.

I have had students over the years who were hard to love.  They made it so hard to love that I spent hours lamenting over what I could do to help them, to help me.  I ended up coming to the realization that praying for them, their class, my sanity, but mostly that God would take over the situation was the best thing I could do.  I’ve prayed over them, around them and placed verses under the tables where they sit.  There were times it was really hard.  They hated art, hated my classroom and hated me.  (eeek!)  So, those of you that think art class is easy to teach, because all kids love art, that is just not the truth.  ALL students do not enjoy creating art, learning about artists or even like my teaching style or personality.

When any of those things are barriers around students, it’s hard to keep the right teacher perspective. But it has to be developed and continued!  You have to keep on keeping on.  YOU have to keep your loving perspective.  It really is up to you.  You might even have a full class of students who seem to all bring a bag full of hate into your classroom each time they enter, but you have to battle back with love.  Nothing else will work.  It’s exhausting!  I admit, it will wear you out, but if you can’t continue to have that perspective of love, this will be the first step to your downfall as a teacher.  This will be a door that opens to a negative world that not only you will feel, but all those you teach and work with will feel as well.  I’ve seen it.  I’ve seen people I work with grumble and groan every single day about their classes, their students, their responsibilities of lesson planning, etc.  It’s ugly.  I always questioned why they were teachers? (silently of course) But I admit, I learned from these teachers as well.  I learned that I do not want to be that teacher.  We can all learn from good examples AND bad examples.  Hold onto those lessons and build up your POSITIVE teacher perspective.

I pray daily to God, thanking Him for this vocation which I do so love.  I also ask Him to bless our students and use me to show them His love.  I hope to maintain and develop this each and every day He allows me to teach.  I thank Him for showing me this perspective which truly is the main reason I love my job so much!

My Summer Mood

This picture pretty much sums up my MOOD for this entire summer.

Just like this picture, I’ve been surrounded by fun things (and some great people). I’ve worn hats literally and figuratively.

This summer… I’ve been so blessed to be able to do so many fun things!

I’ve embraced each day with a positive outlook.

Boat.

I’ve gotten to make memories with my family and friends.

VBS.

I’ve enjoyed seeing new things.

River.

I’ve floated, shopped, road tripped.

Lake.

I’ve enjoyed the heat, the front porch sitting (staring at my favorite big tree) and played some great games of washers and corn hole.

Cabin.

I’ve watched leaders from all across Texas doing some awesome things. I got to teach, collaborate and facilitate.

Camper.

I’ve napped on the zero gravity chair, listened to some great music and sang a few awesome songs.

Crow hunts.

I’ve watched my kids grow physically, mentally and emotionally.

Pier.

It’s truly been an awesome summer!

Swimming pool.

I have one more week left of my summer break. It’s not over yet! I’m ready to soak up whatever I can before going back to another favorite place of mine: my awesome job.

No joke… working or vacationing, I plan on MY SUMMER MOOD being a constant.

❤️

This video is of the advisors at the leadership camp I attend every summer. TASC is full of people who are MY TRIBE when it comes to being a student council advisor.

The advisors usually do some kind of fun skit or dance at the last night talent show.

This year, it was not silly …it was meaningful.

I love this song.

I love this group of people who love their students and help them move forward no matter their past our present.

We continuously encourage, push, prod and help our students be the best they can!!!

What a great vocation we have been called to hold. I thank God for my spot every day!

Girl’s Trip

I just recently had a girls’ weekend where a friend and I stayed with another friend of ours at her lake house. (NOTE: if you have stayed there at some point, you might of seen my note I wrote for you to come check out this blog… YOU KNOW HER TOO!)

First, let me tell you, these types of trips, for me, are much needed.  I love my family.  I love the people with whom I work.  I love my spot in life.  I’m not saying I need to escape from any of those people or places.  I’m saying…these trips where you don’t have to worry about anyone calling your name (Momma, Rita, Mrs. Clawson, etc…) or about looking at the huge pile of laundry that seems to moan every time you glance it’s way, ARE ESSENTIAL!  These are those times where you can just inhale and then exhale all the mess that might be cluttering the mind.

In our case, we three gals, just chat non-stop about life.  We don’t tear down our husbands or gripe about life in general. We share our experiences, tell each other our circumstances and let each other in on how GOD has blessed us through it all.

We LAUGH…oh my goooooodness, we laugh until we are about to bust.  It’s that kind of laugh where you are shaking, making no sound and your eyes are shut, because if you were to open them, the pressure of this laugh might shoot them across the room.  (EW visual)  You know you will be sore tomorrow from these awesome laughing ab work-outs.  If you haven’t done that kind of exercise before, well I certainly do recommend it!  It’s a soul cleansing, mind blowing experience that we should all partake in whenever we can!

On to the review of our accommodations:

While we were staying at this luxurious resort, we had many amenities to mention.  There was every kind of soap, lotion and smell-pretty at our disposal. We were greeted with happy bags on our bed and a tray of snack to boot. The room was at the perfect temperature and the bed slept like a dream.  The house was clean and comfortable.  The view of the lake was amazing!

A float in the lake was a must!  It was the perfect Saturday afternoon to catch some sun and listen to the gentle sounds of the water.

The food…Breakfast, whether a quick trip through McDonald’s on the way to garage sale/resale shopping or a home-cooked meal before church on Sunday, was scrumptious.  A couple need-to mentions were a close-by favorite of all Mexican food restaurant, Papacitas the first day and later in the trip, a local steak house called The Tumbleweed that had wonderful food.

Why we do these trips…

The entire stay was full of love, laughter and sisterhood.  We have had various trips in the past where we have traveled to Galveston, stayed at another family lake house or just hung out together wherever we landed.  No matter the location, we always enjoy each other.  We always find fun stuff to do mainly because we are together benefiting from one another’s company.

Main reason, I believe, these trips are always awesome…

Hanging out with friends who share the love of Christ with me is the best thing.  We are silly and laugh at crazy things, but our conversations always come down to sharing love.  Our experiences help encourage one another.  It refreshes!  It renews…it recharges!

I hope you too can find a group that does this for you.

 

 

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