Happy Anniversary

Psalms 143:8

Let me hear in the morning of thy steadfast love, for in thee I put my trust.  Teach me the way I should go, for to thee I lift up my soul..” 

Thought for the Day:  God’s special plan

Today represents an interesting day and one that, although things changed, should be remembered.  My mama and daddy (Mary Jane and Gordon Henderson) were married on July 2, 1957.  My first husband, David, and I were married on July 2, 1988.  David and I were married on mama’s and daddy’s 31st anniversary – there is a photo in our wedding album of our family’s orange and white van with “Happy 31” drawn on one of the windows .  Well, today would have been David’s and my 31st anniversary.  Of course David was killed in a car accident a few months before our 7th anniversary, but the memory of being married on Mama’s and Daddy’s 31st anniversary still touches my heart. Of course, God blessed me with a mother who wanted her daughter to find a second love, so she brought Mark into my life and as they say, “The rest is history.”  Mark brought me to a new place, a new life, where dreams come true.  Mark brought me to a place with children, two of the most precious boys anywhere.  Mark and I have been now in ministry for 22 years and that is extra special to me.  God knew my story before I was born and planned for every season.  David and I were a team in marriage and had a special time together.  Mark and I have now been another team in marriage for 22 years and we have been together through a full life where we have cried together and laughed together as we witnessed miracles and we lived through grief.  Mark has even cried over David’s death as the memories have occasionally come.

Today, I have parents in Rita and Charles Shaw, David’s parents, and they have also been parents to Mark and grandparents to our boys.  I am thankful to them for the gift of their son, and the gift to Mark and me of welcoming us into their family.  I am thankful to Mark for taking this girl who lived through grief more times than anyone should, and made her his wife to love, cherish, and to be in ministry with.  I am a blessed woman and I do not take that for granted.

Happy 62nd Anniversary Mama and Daddy!  I love you.

Prayer:  God, you know us before born and you know the lives we will lead.  I am thankful that through every step of my life that you have shown me the next steps.  Thank you for allowing us to still have the memories, but for also allowing us to see the path before us.  Amen.

Prayer Focus:  Anniversaries

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God’s Gift

Matthew 18:5

“Whoever receives one such child in my name receives me.” 

 Thought for the Day:  When we receive God’s gift.

“Are you still interested in adopting another baby?” were the words we heard when we answered the phone.  Hannah’s Hope was the adoption agency for the Memphis Conference of the United Methodist Church and they were calling.  We had been on the waiting list for sometime, but were still in awe when the call came.  “There was a baby boy born last night. Would you be interested?”  Our thought was “Of Course!”.  We were very interested but asked if we could take some time to pray about it and to call them back later.  We prayed as soon as we got off the phone that God would give us a sign either way.  I was 49 at that time and Mark was about to turn 52.  We had already promised our 6 ½ year old, Nathaniel that we would take him swimming at a friend’s house so we wanted to fulfill that promise.  We had a great time at our friend, Elizabeth’s, home to swim and headed home on a curvy road that led home.  As we drove, we were quiet and thinking about that sweet baby boy.  Then it happened, Mark gasped!  Thinking there was something wrong, I asked him what was wrong.  He said, “Nothing…He was born ON YOUR BIRTHDAY!”  At that moment, that very moment, we said, “We are supposed to adopt that baby.”  God had given us a sign, a VERY STRONG DEFINITE SIGN, that we were to adopt that baby.  We made it home and immediately called to say we would adopt that baby boy.

Twelve days later, after finishing the adoption papers and making arrangements, we held that baby boy in our arms.  That baby boy, our Jonathan Walker, came into our lives and fulfilled our desire and God’s plan for our lives with children.  My birthday gift has brought such precious experiences to our lives and his love for everyone has shown clear.  There is a special time every year when Jonathan and I share our birthday together.  And, on that day every year, we praise God for the gift He gave 9 years ago.  God has blessed us with two children who are caring and loving to all they meet.  Just this week at Lake Junaluska, I heard from many how our boys were kind in holding doors for people as we walked in buildings, and were considerate to those near them.  As one person said, “In today’s world to see young men so considerate of others is rare.”  I am proud of my two boys…that 6 ½ year old who welcomed a new little brother those 9 years ago and to that 9 year old who brought God’s gift to us.  Thank you, God, for our precious gifts…Nathaniel means “Gift of God” and Jonathan means “God’s gift.”

Prayer:  Thank you, God, for the precious gift of children.  We have been blessed with these two boys who are precious to us and we never take for granted that it was You who gave these gifts to us. 

Prayer Focus:  Adoption

When is God Close

Job 12:7-10

“But ask the beasts and they will teach you;  the birds of the air, and they will tell you;  or the plants of the earth, and they will teach you; and the fish of the sea will declare to you.  Who among all these does not know that the hand of the Lord has done this?  In his hand is the life of every living thing and the breath of all mankind.”    

Thought for the Day:  God gives us the favorite things.

Today, I took another one of my walks at the park.  I love taking walks in the park – I never know what I am going to find.  Some days I hope to see animals and other days I want to see unusual plants that I have not seen before.  Most of the time I just pray that God shows me something special.  When I pray that, I know I will not be disappointed.  I have learned through the years of camera walking, that I cannot depend on something being perfect – nothing is really perfect.  I have learned through the years of camera walking, that I can find something perfect, whether it be a plant or animal, in the imperfect world.

Today was no exception.  Did I get great pictures of the Great Blue Herons nesting a hundred yards from me? No – saw them but the pictures were blurry.  Did I catch the perfect pictures of the geese flying over the lake? No – saw them but the pictures just didn’t turn out.  But did I catch the perfect pictures of the imperfect dragonflies and a butterfly?  Maybe not perfect, but enough to make my day.  Did I get the many pictures of a Great Blue Heron up close?  Oh, yes, again not perfect but I believe it was God’s gift to me today.  When that moment comes, we just have to take it in and go with the fluttering heart that God gave us in such a gorgeous sight.

My heart is touched in some way every time I go to the park.  God gave me the park nearby and I can’t thank Him enough for moving me to such a beautiful place to see His nature.  Sometimes it is seeing something special, sometimes it is taking a special picture, and sometimes it is meeting new friends along the way.  Mostly, it is a time that I feel God is near – I can guarantee that when I am at the park, I can feel Him so close that I feel I can touch Him.  Thank you God for the gift of the park.

Prayer:  Dear God, thank you for giving us beauty around us and for placing us in special places to see you more.  You draw near to us in unexpected ways and in unexpected places.  Thank you for letting us feel you near.  Amen

Prayer Focus:  Those who enjoy walks in the park.

The Lost Notebook

Losing the Notebook

“So do not fear, for I am with you; do not be dismayed, for I am your God.  I will strengthen you and help you;  I will uphold you with my righteous right hand.”

 Isaiah 41:10

Thought for the Day:  Give the control over to God.

So, today I have a confession, a true confession.  I confess that I tried to take too much control of a situation instead of letting God take it and run.  Three weeks ago, I left school and headed to our house to find my music notebook where I could direct my children’s choir in preparation for their Musical Presentation in just two weeks.  At the house, I could not find the notebook and I have to confess that I didn’t act the way I probably should have. I actually cried out to Mark and said, “Satan is trying to get to me.”  I finally took off out the door and drove the church in hopes that I would find my notebook there.  But, to no avail, it was not there.  In the next bit of time as I prepared for rehearsal, I couldn’t find a certain cd I needed, tables had not been set up where I needed them, and many other things seemed to fall through.  It was very frustrating.

Then the children began coming in.  They were crazy and wild, and I knew the rehearsal was not going to go well.  When most of the children arrived, I began a prayer time.  I shared with the children that I would pray for them through the rehearsal and that I needed them to pray for me.  I asked them to raise their hands if they would agree to pray for me. They all raised their hands. I then shared with them that I could not find my music with my notes and they they would have to remember what they were supposed to do.  I gave them some time to think through where they needed to move for each music piece then we started.  To my amazement, the music started and the children jumped into action…they acted out the songs better than they would have had I kept the control.  I realized that I had just witnessed a miracle and that God had placed in each child the memory of what they were supposed to do.  Mark shared with me later that he did a little yelling at Satan after I left the house and asked God to surround me with peace.

The next rehearsals went better as I did indeed find my music, but I let God take control to lead the children.  I didn’t even look at the notes I had made in my music.  The very last rehearsal that took place right before the presentation did not go well and in the few minutes prior to the presentation the children were not acting well and I thought to myself, “This might be interesting”.  The children found their places on the presentation area and the music started.  It was amazing and the children did everything perfectly.  As several parents have shared with me since, “The Spirit was obviously there.”  God sent His Spirit to intercede and the children obviously felt the spirit within their hearts.  God blessed us in those moments through the children and I believe God was blessed as the children told Jesus’ story in “The Tale of Three Trees.”

Prayer:  Thank you God for taking care of us when we try to take too much control.  You know what we need better than we do ourselves, but You need to take over our stubborn thoughts in order to make something wonderful happen.  You are an awesome God and I am thankful that you take our control away where You can lead us better. 

Prayer Focus:  Those always trying to take control.

God Knows, God Knows

Philippians 4:6-7

Do not be anxious about anything, but in everything by prayer and supplication with thanksgiving let your requests be made to God  And the peace of God, which surpasses all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus.

Thought for the Day:  God knows.

What a precious day!  A day I have needed for so long.  We woke up and spent the morning as a family at our church’s “Above All/Love All”, our UMC Mission Event.  Three hours of spending time with my husband and two sons, all making Easter bags and cards together.  I spent most of my time with my oldest son, Nathaniel, decorating Easter Bags.  It was a blessing beyond understanding to be there with him.  Mark spent his time in another part of the room with Jonathan, helping him decorate the bags.  After that, our family went out to eat at The Mall of Georgia.  As we left, and as we walked back to our car, I noticed Nathaniel and his Daddy running to see who could make it to the car first.  They did that often when Nathaniel was little.  When they stopped to look at a car in the parking lot, I grabbed Jonathan’s hand and we started running to beat them to the car.  It ended up that Jonathan and Nathaniel tied – and the laughter of Mama and Daddy began.  I sure hope no one was videoing!

When we returned home, and to no one’s surprise, I looked up to see the glorious sky and I headed to the park.  On this day, the beauty of the day overcame me and I decided to walk up in the hills on an Equestrian walk.  On that walk, there was such serenity and the only sounds I could hear were the sounds of nature.  As I walked today, I found there was a smile on my face and a peace in my heart.  God spent His time with me and I am thankful for His company.

Tonight, I have witnessed my husband and youngest son watching a movie with each other as my oldest son began playing his French Horn.  Over the last few months, we have not heard him play his horn as it is difficult for him to get his rented horn home on the school bus.  Knowing he played everyday at school, we knew he was growing in his playing, but the music I heard tonight coming from his room was beautiful, absolutely beautiful, bringing this Mama to pure pride for her beautiful son.

God gave me the day I needed.  Today, my heart is full.  God knows us, you know, and God knows that my heart has been tired.  He knows my emotions seem to be just holding on.  He knows my concerns that surround every mother watching her children growing up.  I am thankful tonight for serenity and peace.  God knows.  God knows.

Prayer:  Thank you, God, for days like this one.  Thank you, God, for the reminder of love, serenity, and peace that comes from spending mission times with family, spending walking time with God, and spending time loving those around us.  You are indeed our awesome God.  Amen.

Prayer Focus:  Those days that are gifts from God.

Our “Hallmark” Movie

Luke 2:4-7

And Joseph also went up from Galilee, from the city of Nazareth, to Judea, to the city of David, which is called Bethlehem, because he was of the house and lineage of David, to be enrolled with Mary his betrothed, who was with child.  And while they were there, the time came for her to be delivered.  And she gave birth to her first-born son and wrapped him in swaddling clothes, and laid him in a manger, because there was no place for them in the inn. 

Thought for the Day:  What are you doing Christmas Eve. 

After finishing the school semester, it took me a few days to get myself (mentally) prepared for Christmas.  Throughout these days, I have watched Christmas movies with my family, purchased gifts on Amazon (yes, the last of the gifts being delivered today), cleaned (especially the hardwood floor), and of course wrapped the pile of gifts preparing for Christmas morning.  Oh, and then there is the true meaning of Christmas – did I miss it?

Throughout the Advent Season, our church has based the sermons and messages around the theme, “Not Another Made for TV Christmas Movie”.  Pastor Jeremy Lawson led us through the series by making us think about how difficult things were with Mary and Joseph, when they received the word from the Angel that she would bear a child.  Throughout these weeks, we have heard story after story from our pastor, from our speaker at our Women’s Dinner, and through our own thoughts that came.  As we, yes we – ladies, spent time watching our Hallmark Channel movies where every ending was happy and well, every ending was predictable, did we lose sight of the true story? Did all this “happiness” lead us to forget what Mary must have gone through those months of pregnancy?  Did we forget what Joseph must have thought when Mary told him she was pregnant?  Did we forget how they had to travel when Mary was in her ninth month of pregnancy to Bethelem?  Did we forget that when they arrived in Bethlehem that there was not a place for them to stay – when the baby came?  Did we forget that after the birth and for several years, they were told by angels to go, move, leave, to protect the baby?  Did we forget that Mary, 33 years later, would feel the unimaginable pain of experiencing her “baby” crucified on the cross?  What thoughts to realize that not a single one of the Hallmark Channel movies came close to the agony this family experienced as they delivered and then protected Jesus through those many years.

But, they did!  They brought this precious gift to us who was wrapped in swaddling clothes and was laid in a manger.  He cooed, he cried, he laughed, he played, he grew, he learned the carpenter’s trade, he led, he called, he taught, and He died on the cross for us.  Christmas began because of God’s love for you and for me.  That gift led to Easter and the Resurrection.  Jesus died on the cross for us but then HE AROSE bringing us eternal life and the beautiful and most special gift of knowing that God is our Father!  He came to earth as a baby, He called His disciples and taught them (and us) how to spread the good news, He died on the cross for us, and He rose…He rose bringing us Eternal Life.  Now that is a Hallmark ending…but it is not an ending, it is our beginning.

Prayer:  Precious God!  Merry Christmas Eve!  Today is Yours, God, as every day should be.  Help us think only of You today and help us be more thoughtful and thankful for Your precious gift.  Happy Birthday, Jesus, Happy Birthday!  Amen.

Mama’s Surprise

Matthew 21:22

And all things you ask in prayer, believing, you shall receive.

Thought for the Day:  Memories

“Donna, did you and Mark find your anniversary gift”, Mama said as she lay very sick with ovarian cancer in her hospital bed.  “No, Mama, I don’t know what you are talking about.” I replied.  “It’s in the guest room closet”, she continued.  As this was one of only a few conversations Mama was able to have in the time of her sickness, we knew it was very important. Later, we drove to Mama’s house and found a beautifully wrapped gift in the corner of her guest bedroom closet.  As we opened the gift, we both teared up because it was obviously planned.  Six months before, my Mama had surprised us by driving to our house with the beginning buildings for a Dicken’s Village.  One by one Mama sent Daddy to the car to bring in another group of buildings from the car.  By the time the gift giving stopped, she had given us ten buildings.  We set up our first Dickens’s Village in our house with those pieces.  So, back to the anniversary gift.  When we opened the gift we saw that she had given us the Dicken’s Village “Kinsington Palace”.  I cried as I realized that Mama had given us a special gift that she would probably never get to see in our village.

This week, we worked hard to put up our Dicken’s Village for the first time in about four years.  As we moved a few years ago, setting up in a new place was questionable and I wasn’t sure where we were going to put it.  My husband and I continued our collection of Dicken’s Village pieces until we had over 50 buildings and who know how many accessories.  We pulled out the boxes of houses from the basement with my son’s help.  As he brought them up, I carefully took each building out of its box and took pictures of each piece where I could remember exactly what I had.  He told me, “Mama, we are missing boxes 3, 4, and 5.” I was a bit nervous when he told me that, but I continued opening the pieces.  Later, I realized why I was nervous, my Kinsington Palace was missing.  We went downstairs and continued looking for the missing boxes, but we couldn’t find them.  As I glanced around in another section of the basement, I spotted boxes 3 and 5 and excitedly pulled them out.  I tore into the boxes, but once again was disappointed…no Kinsington Palace.  We continued the search, but still couldn’t find the missing box.  I realized that I was becoming overly sad because I couldn’t find Mama’s anniversary surprise.  Later, I decided to go downstairs one more time.  As my husband was in the basement working, he overheard me say, “Mama, I would be so excited if you could lead me to Kinsington Palace. God, please help me find that box.”  Seconds later, I looked in a pile of boxes that were in totally a different place.  And, there it was, one misplaced box that had written on the top, “Box 4 of 10”. Thanks, Mama, for bringing me special memories of you as you started me on this Dicken’s Village adventure.  Not being able to find Mama’s gift made this year’s Dicken’s village in the“finding of the gift” again even more special.  We once again found “Mama’s surprise”.

The Dicken’s Village adventure continued as most of the lights did not work after being in storage for those years.  My sweet husband and son worked tirelessly to check the cords and to go in search of new bulbs.  By the time our day, and evening, ended we had the Dicken’s Village completed with all the lights in place.  So, this year’s Dicken’s Village is more special than ever because my Mama, my husband and sons, and God all took part in making it happen.

Wow, that was special.  How excited I was when I found my Kinsington Palace!   In this moment, I am amazed at how quickly I found the missing box almost immediately after I prayed for it to be found.  Why did I wait?  Why did I put off asking God for what I needed?  Aren’t we all like that?  Last week, I received a beautiful message from a dear friend asking me “How do I improve on my prayer life with God?”  Well, obviously I am not so great at it.  But eventually I remember and I pray.  And, when I pray I feel better in whatever circumstance I am going through.  Thank you, God, for answering my prayer….I’m not sure my Mama didn’t give me the nudge to pray.  I wonder…!

Prayer:  Precious God!  Thank you for memories and thank you for reminding us to pray in special ways.  Today I am thankful for surprises that come through prayer.  Amen.

Thanksgiving Memories

Colossians 2:67

As you therefore have received Christ Jesus the Lord, so walk in Him having been firmly rooted and now being built up in Him and established in your faith, just as you were instructed,and overflowing with gratitude.

Thought for the Day:  What are we thankful for?

There is a special moment, actually a lot of moments, when I remember our family traveling to my grandmother’s house.  I don’t remember any arguments before we got in the car to travel.  I don’t remember the fights in the car, although I am sure there were many.  I do remember the drive, trying to sleep or trying to entertain myself in some way.  Counting mile markers on the interstate, for one.  I remember my daddy  turning onto Brunswick Road because I knew we were almost there?  Then, I remember driving into the driveway.  Sometimes we drove in from the Brunswick Road driveway and other times taking the backroads and driving in the back driveway from Davis Plantation Road.  I always looked at the other cars, and their license plates to see which cousins were already there.  Weakley County meant that Kay, Joy, Ron, and Ann were already there.  Madison County meant that my cousins Amy and Debbie were there.  Crockett meant that Alonda, Alecia, and Reid had already arrived.  Cousins Keith, Joanne, and Vikki were always there because they lived near my grandmother. My cousin, Dan, was already working in Memphis so he would drive up in his MG which all of us thought was pretty cool. Wait, a lot of memories have already been mentioned, but the best Thanksgiving memory has not.

“Mama Ed”, my grandmother would always come to the door to greet us when we entered.  My little 4’ 9” Mama Ed had the most precious hug and we knew we were welcomed.  That was Thanksgiving!  That was Thanksgiving!  Going on in, we were welcomed by the hugs from all of our aunts and uncles.  Sitting with the other children during the meal was precious and I remember having the time of my life.  As we ate, I remember watching my brothers, who were both in wheelchairs, sharing time with the cousins nearer their ages.  There was a normalcy there that was special as they were totally a part of conversations and stories.

So much is gone now as many of my family, young and old, have passed away.  But I have those special memories that flow into my mind around this time of year.  My husband and I have a lot of memories of Thanksgivings  and tear up as we think of those who are no longer with us.  We weep each year as we make decisions on what we are going to do on THIS Thanksiving.  New traditions with our own two sweet boys have begun, but some of the new traditions are that we do something different each year, depending on other’s schedules.   Tomorrow, we will travel 2 ½ hours to the mountains to visit my sweet cousin, Teresa.  We found each other about three years ago and I am excited to meet another part of my family.  My husband is excited as we finally made a decision and that he has already found a love for Teresa and her husband.  Our boys love their “Aunt Teresa” now and look forward to walking into a house full of love.

Thanksgiving is giving thanks for where we are in the present, but remembering the past.  Thanksgiving is giving thanks to God for putting us in the places He moves us, and knowing that it was God’s hand that led us right where we are.  Thanksgiving is finding a way to give thanks even when circumstances are not perfect.  Thanksgiving is giving thanks IN all circumstances.  Happy Thanksgiving.

Prayer:  Our Father in Heaven!  Thank you for memories of Thanksgivings past.  Thank you for new memories we make during Thanksgivings present.  Be with all our family members and friends who are hurting and grieving those who are no longer with us.  Be with those who are sick and need to feel your arms around them.  Be with those who are not happy and help them feel your love.  All this we pray this Thanksgiving, Amen.

Finding a Place to be with God

Jeremiah 29:12-13

Then you will call upon me and come and pray to me, and I will hear you.  You will seek me and find me; when you seek me with all your heart.

Thought for the Day:  Are we looking for times and places to be with God.

Marching Band Season is over and I am sad, in a way.  I have truly enjoyed watching my son, Nathaniel, become a part of a team – a huge team.  On July 16, I drove him to his first day of Freshman Band Camp.  I remember going to pick him up in the auditorium because it had rained.  I remember telling him that he was one blessed guy because God had given him a coolness in the air on his first day.  July 17, it was sunny and it was hot.  I thought for sure he was going to quit.  Nathaniel was not one of those kids who I could visualize working out in the hot sun.  But he did return day after day to be a part of something great.  The season continued and the band did spectacular things in their show which turned out fantastic.  We watched and took pictures week after week as Nathaniel became a true marcher, a helper, a potential leader, and a friend to many.  God helped our boy grow into a student in a high school of almost 4,000 who found his nitch in a smaller (mellophones) group.

But that wasn’t what was special…what was special was the few minutes I experienced when I picked him up from practice.  When I picked him up, I had him all to myself and I was able to listen to him and have true conversation.  Trust me, that time was special.  I learned on a daily basis how he loved playing mellophone, but even more, how he loved being in that group of new friends.  I listened to him as he shared with me the parts of the show that were going great, the things they had changed in the show, and what he was going to be doing special like moving the prop, “The Roman Numeral IV” into place.  The day that “got me”, was the day I went to the Georgia State Competition and began videoing the performance as I tried to always do.  The end came, and all of a sudden the band members began laying on the field to form the words “Ever After”.  The video did not get that as I didn’t know it was coming.  When I picked him up from the school after their bus ride home, I said, “You didn’t tell me about the ending!”  His reply was, “Mama, I didn’t tell you because I wanted it to be a surprise for you!”  There it was!  There was the proof that our “after practice time in the car” had been worth it.  I had listened to him and he knew I was truly excited about something he was involved in.  That time in the car each day was also a time I could give him some advice, and he took it calmly.  That is the part of his marching band season that I will truly miss.

Today, I am thinking, “Am I the almost 15 year old in my relationship with God?”  That is a strange but real question.  Does God have to find a place to confine us when He wants to share time with us?  I think in my case, the answer is yes.  And, does God get excited when we are put in a place where we are totally with Him.  I think that answer is definitely a yes.  My time of picking up my son from marching band is over for now and I am already missing it.  But, I am working hard to find time to have conversation with him.  Now, I need to be the 15 year old who understands the importance and specialness of being with my parent, God.

Prayer:  Oh, God!  Thank you for the times we are able to have conversation with each other.  Those times are so special.  Help me work to find more times to be just with you.  And, while I am just with You, help me to listen.  Amen.

Finding a Place to be Happy

Isaiah 43:19

Behold, I am doing a new thing; now it springs forth, do you not perceive it?  I will make a way in the wilderness and rivers in the desert.

Thought for the Day:  Where is God leading me today?

Today, with the busyness of the school year slowing down for a moment, I have been busy but not in the usual way.  I have to say something unusual and totally out of my normal writing.  Working in a position where there is not a lot of glamour and on some days not a lot of appreciation can be difficult and the awards just seem small.  But “I am Happy!”  I am happy that I became a teacher 31 years ago and I am happy that I am still in the classroom with children.  For a period of time, after moving to a “place far away from home”, it was as if I would never become in this place what I always was before.  In the last twenty-four hours, I have had my heart warmed twice from two different persons in my teaching career.  One was my principal as she shared words of encouragement after a classroom observation that she felt I was embracing the way of teaching in our school system.  I witnessed the students in my classroom excitedly engaging themselves in a lesson and fully understanding activities I had assigned to them.  They were fascinating to watch and my principal was there to witness it. Then today, I received a post on my Facebook timeline from a student I taught in third grade in the early 1990s.  She wanted to let me know that after several work positions, she finally had decided to teach and was going to begin teaching third grade.  Her words were, “As I recall, I had a pretty awesome 3rd grade teacher myself.  I hope I can be half as memorable as you have been to me!”  My heart, oh my heart, is filled with so much love for her for sharing her news with me.

“I am happy”…I am happy because I know I am doing what God led me to do and, although things are sometimes difficult in the education area, I still know I am where I am supposed to be.  On those days that are hard, I start praying.  I especially pray for my colleagues who seem to be having a difficult time, praying that they find bits of happiness enough that they can come past the difficulties. I pray for my students that I can teach them the skills needed but yet show them at the same time that they are loved and that someone cares.  So, from that moment in 1982 when I decided to switch my direction to elementary education (from business – what?!) after walking into my suite mate’s dorm room in college to see her working on a project for students in her student teaching class, I became a teacher at heart.  I still tried other things, but eventually God led me right back to where I was supposed to be.

I am home, I am home, I am home when I am in my classroom teaching children. I am thankful, appreciative, and yes, happy!

Prayer:  Thank you, God, for leading us to places You want us to go.  Sometimes, in the middle of life, we forget who put us where we are and it is easy to let other thoughts lead us.   You are an awesome God, and I am thankful.  Help those around me find where you are leading.  Amen.

Prayer Focus:  Those thankful for where God has led them.