"When there is a deep restlessness for which we find no explanation, it may be due to the greed of being what our loving Father never meant us to be. Peace lies in the trusting acceptance of His design, His gifts, His appointments of place, position, and capacity."
--Elisabeth Elliot
Friday, January 1, 2010
Monday, December 28, 2009
winter wonderland
In Virginia we've experienced the wonder of snow! A beautiful first snow, and since, a humdinger of a winter storm with two feet or so! Here my class poses with the first snowman of the year.
L to R: Darla, Natalya, Kaylene, Cheri, Alicia, Patrick; (front) Charla, Christine
Saturday, November 21, 2009
stop and smell the roses
Tomorrow eve is our Thanksgiving program!
The students have practiced vigoroursly...
I look forward to hearing their songs.
I hear them hummed after music practice,
and occasionally I take a moment to listen.
4th-6th Program
“The Best Things in Life Are Free”
“Stop and Smell the Roses”
“How Great Thou Art”
“Praise Ye the Lord”
Two poems
The video clip image quality is poor, but I hope you can still enjoy their music. =)
Saturday, October 10, 2009
through the doors of room c
Welcome to Room C! Walk on in, find a seat, and stay awhile! These are some of the things you might observe...
You might SEE...
*fraction problems on the chalkboard
*students working at the whiteboard with their spelling words
*yeast cells through the microscope
*word wheels on the wall (a thesaurus activity)
*35 animal tracks missing, which means 35 days down
*stacks of books on Miss Vinar's desk
You might FEEL...
*exhausted after a soccer game
*excited about a marvelous, new wall map
*tired of working through long math problems
You might HEAR...
*spelling word practice with clapping
*The Little Princess or The Tales of Jemima Puddle-Duck on tape
*Thanksgiving program practice
*requests to play soccer or volleyball
*storytime...and requests to continue
You might SMELL...
*moldy bread or strange mushrooms for Science class
*bananas and cinnamon for a Latin American treat
*wafts of good dinner smells on hot lunch day
*new books and pencil lead
You might TOUCH...
*the velvety underside of a chingapin leaf
*a soft piece of moss
*chalkdust
Would love to have any of you stop in and stay awhile, and you might even be pressed to check a stack of papers or wipe down the board before you leave! =)
Thursday, September 10, 2009
service multiplied
So, my days are again full of timers and chalk dust,
of lesson plans and soccer games,
of multiple bells and racing class periods.
It is a busy life, and if I am not careful
I find my days measured by the piles of checking accomplished (or not);
by the success of a new concept taught,
by the attitude of my students.
There is more to my days, however;
and as Jesus told the bustling Martha
(and still speaks to every careful heart),
"One thing is needful...to know me."
Service becomes drudgery or mere discipline
without this relationship.
He is the One who brings meaning to each moment,
who sustains my heart as I give to others.
He takes the smallest fragments I can offer,
multiplying them until enough for a multitude of demands.
Is this a miracle? Yes.
And the baskets of grace remaining will meet my needs besides.
of lesson plans and soccer games,
of multiple bells and racing class periods.
It is a busy life, and if I am not careful
I find my days measured by the piles of checking accomplished (or not);
by the success of a new concept taught,
by the attitude of my students.
There is more to my days, however;
and as Jesus told the bustling Martha
(and still speaks to every careful heart),
"One thing is needful...to know me."
Service becomes drudgery or mere discipline
without this relationship.
He is the One who brings meaning to each moment,
who sustains my heart as I give to others.
He takes the smallest fragments I can offer,
multiplying them until enough for a multitude of demands.
Is this a miracle? Yes.
And the baskets of grace remaining will meet my needs besides.
Tuesday, August 18, 2009
a note goodbye
deep blue evening above the clouds
and in the graveyard
one more quiet grave beneath the elm tree.
i could only feel glad, today,
that your eyes were closed.
you, who could barely say goodbye
after a weekend visit,
would have found this parting unbearable.
tears coming now, grandpa,
but i wanted to thank you.
thank you for the memories...
they are worthy of keeping.
and in the graveyard
one more quiet grave beneath the elm tree.
i could only feel glad, today,
that your eyes were closed.
you, who could barely say goodbye
after a weekend visit,
would have found this parting unbearable.
tears coming now, grandpa,
but i wanted to thank you.
thank you for the memories...
they are worthy of keeping.
Faithbuilders
Well, on my way back to the East Coast I made several wonderful stops...
thank you for the royal treatment, Reba and Juanita!
I attended Faithbuilders on my way,
spending 3 1/2 days with 250 other teachers,
soaking up sessions, workshops, discussions, and encouragement.
What a lift for the week of preparation ahead!
Sovina and I (above) took the chance to renew an old friendship,
and I thoroughly enjoyed our stay with a young family in the area.
Their boys took me spotting! =)
During which escapade we 'spotted' one kill deer, one skunk,
one turkey buzzard (was it large enough to be a buzzard?),
and one deer on our last lap around the field.
A blessing to see such a passion for teaching in others
with similar challenges and situations...
and to see that passion worked out with enthusiasm.
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