Laura came home on Saturday. She matured a lot during the last week. She knows and we know that this is so. We could see it in the way she told us about her adventures. We could tell that this trip was life changing for her as she told us about the people she served and how much fun she thought San Diego was. It was truly a trip that was all her own. He own adventure and her own time to walk a little closer to God. Here is a link to the blog that was kept daily by the Youth Pastor. Some of it is plain teenage funny, but mostly it is proof that God worked in the lives of these kids. Thank you all for you support and prayers.
http://segwaysdmissiontrip.blogspot.com/2010/03/day-one-continued.html
My knee is a little better. I ended up going back to the doctor today. Her advice was for me to lose weight and do these quadricep exercises. Getting old stinks sometimes. Overall, I think I pulled a ligament and it will take a while to heal.
I applied for the high school position in D38. Now I just weight to see if I will be granted an interview. Speaking of schools, I got Becca signed up for middle school at Discovery Canyon Campus. I can't believe she is off to junior high. Where has the time gone? She wants to play in the orchestra, so there is hope that I will be able to pass my violin along after all. She asked me to teach her violin, again. I made her promise that she would LET me teach her and not get all offensive when I correct her or make her practice. We shall see how that goes.
One thing I like about my school district is the two week fall and spring break. This is week 2. When I go back to school on Monday, I will only have 8 more Mondays left before summer break. Not that I am counting.
TTFN.
Monday, March 29, 2010
Tuesday, March 23, 2010
Spring Break
I am so glad that Spring Break is here. I am having a tough time though. I am nursing a very sore right knee. I am pretty sure that it is due to a student kicking me in the shins. It's just one more reminder that I need to move to another job. I have found a job posting in District 38. It would be a resource teacher at a local High School. I think I would enjoy it, but I don't know if I would be qualified as my experience has been in elementary school. I think I will do it just to gain some interview experience.
My Uncle Jim, indeed passed away. His funeral was last Thursday. I will miss him so much. It was a shock to our family. It has reminded all of us that life is precious and you never know when God will call us home.
Laura left for San Diego last Saturday morning. It was hard to watch her go, but I know she will enjoy and treasure this experience. So far, we have learned that she has served in a soup kitchen, done prayer walks in the city of San Diego, led worship, and has helped to lead people to Christ. Not bad for a 13 year old. I am so proud of her and I can't wait for her to get home and tell us all about it.
My Uncle Jim, indeed passed away. His funeral was last Thursday. I will miss him so much. It was a shock to our family. It has reminded all of us that life is precious and you never know when God will call us home.
Laura left for San Diego last Saturday morning. It was hard to watch her go, but I know she will enjoy and treasure this experience. So far, we have learned that she has served in a soup kitchen, done prayer walks in the city of San Diego, led worship, and has helped to lead people to Christ. Not bad for a 13 year old. I am so proud of her and I can't wait for her to get home and tell us all about it.
Sunday, March 14, 2010
Uncle Jim
Today I write with a heavy heart as we are saying goodbye to my Uncle Jim. Uncle Jim is the younger brother of my mother. He lived with us a little while, when I was a girl. He moved to a very small house near us and I always knew he was there. He took me to my first baseball game. He and I took many trips to my grandmother's house, two hours away. Uncle Jim was truly one of my biggest fans. I always knew he loved me. He told me so, just two weeks ago. He had a major heart attack that caused holes in his heart. He was air lifted to Shand's Hospital in Florida where he underwent a 12 hour operation to patch the holes. He has never regained consciousness. He is slowly dying as I write this. The doctors have given him less than a 10 percent chance to live and he has gone down hill from there.
Uncle Jim has always been in my life. I remember the stormy night my grandpa (Paw Paw), put me in his old Chevy truck and we went to Uncle Jim's house. We got there and Uncle Jim was devastated. His wife had left him and had taken their two year old son with her. I will never forget seeing my Uncle and my Grandpa both cry at the same time. Later that year, Uncle Jim moved to Bradenton, to live with us, until he could find a job and get on his feet.
Uncle Jim always spoke aloud to traffic. If other drivers or pedestrians were not doing what he thought they ought to do, he would yell "Go home Yankee!!!". This was done whether he thought they were from the South or not. The people couldn't hear him, but they did one time. My sister, Tammie, was in the car. Uncle Jim was yelling at people crossing the street. Tammie rolled the window down and yelled "Go blow your nose Yankee!!!". It's funny now. Not so much for poor Uncle Jim, at the time. He learned about how little eyes were watching him.
I remember one evening, when my mom would give me charge over my first patient. There is a part of me that wonders if the incident spurred my nursing career. Uncle Jim had gone into a convenience store. He left the motor running on his car (you could do that then) . When he got out of the car, his leg hit the gear shift. The car went into reverse and Uncle Jim's right leg wasn't out of the car yet. He was dragged down a parking lot. He had burns all over his upper body and arms. My mom had me spend the night with him and care for him. I think I was in about the fifth grade.
When I found out I was pregnant with Laura, I called Uncle Jim and Aunt Jill. Tom and I waited nine years to have children. I remember Uncle Jim yelling "Yahoo", as if he were becoming a grandpa. When I gave birth to Laura, Uncle Jim and Aunt Jill were at my house in Colorado, two days later.
Uncle Jim was a man of great patience. He loved sports. He loved family. Best of all, Uncle Jim loved the Lord. We know that in the next few days, Uncle Jim will go home to be with the Lord. I am proud to say that I loved him and knew him. I am so grateful that he was a part of my life. He will be greatly missed.
Still no news on the job front. My administration doesn't want me to leave, but I think I need to keep all of my options open. I know I have to be true to myself and my family. No postings in District 20, yet, but I know God is in control and has perfect timing. Thanks for the card, Jen. You are right. Faith is trusting and knowing that God has me in the palm of his hand, safe and sound.
Uncle Jim has always been in my life. I remember the stormy night my grandpa (Paw Paw), put me in his old Chevy truck and we went to Uncle Jim's house. We got there and Uncle Jim was devastated. His wife had left him and had taken their two year old son with her. I will never forget seeing my Uncle and my Grandpa both cry at the same time. Later that year, Uncle Jim moved to Bradenton, to live with us, until he could find a job and get on his feet.
Uncle Jim always spoke aloud to traffic. If other drivers or pedestrians were not doing what he thought they ought to do, he would yell "Go home Yankee!!!". This was done whether he thought they were from the South or not. The people couldn't hear him, but they did one time. My sister, Tammie, was in the car. Uncle Jim was yelling at people crossing the street. Tammie rolled the window down and yelled "Go blow your nose Yankee!!!". It's funny now. Not so much for poor Uncle Jim, at the time. He learned about how little eyes were watching him.
I remember one evening, when my mom would give me charge over my first patient. There is a part of me that wonders if the incident spurred my nursing career. Uncle Jim had gone into a convenience store. He left the motor running on his car (you could do that then) . When he got out of the car, his leg hit the gear shift. The car went into reverse and Uncle Jim's right leg wasn't out of the car yet. He was dragged down a parking lot. He had burns all over his upper body and arms. My mom had me spend the night with him and care for him. I think I was in about the fifth grade.
When I found out I was pregnant with Laura, I called Uncle Jim and Aunt Jill. Tom and I waited nine years to have children. I remember Uncle Jim yelling "Yahoo", as if he were becoming a grandpa. When I gave birth to Laura, Uncle Jim and Aunt Jill were at my house in Colorado, two days later.
Uncle Jim was a man of great patience. He loved sports. He loved family. Best of all, Uncle Jim loved the Lord. We know that in the next few days, Uncle Jim will go home to be with the Lord. I am proud to say that I loved him and knew him. I am so grateful that he was a part of my life. He will be greatly missed.
Still no news on the job front. My administration doesn't want me to leave, but I think I need to keep all of my options open. I know I have to be true to myself and my family. No postings in District 20, yet, but I know God is in control and has perfect timing. Thanks for the card, Jen. You are right. Faith is trusting and knowing that God has me in the palm of his hand, safe and sound.
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