Thursday, December 24, 2015

Then Daniel Broke His Leg....


Daniel broke his leg on Saturday.  He broke his leg not even a full 24 hours after I wrote a blog post about how my Christmas was perfect this year.  And all the details aren’t important.  It isn’t healthy or necessary for me to rehash the whole story.  But what is important is that this situation has worked very hard to steal my joy.  Ironically, only a few days after his accident, I ended up engaged in a couple other stressful moments that I had managed to avoid all season.  Needless to say, there has been no shortage of crying to my girlfriends on long distance calls this week.  Thank goodness I had several buddies off work and free to talk when I most needed them. 

And, I’ll be honest, this week has made me ashamed at how quickly I let my peace be stolen.  I’m frustrated with how easily I let seemingly small things work into my heart to ruin my peace and make me so angry.  I’m ashamed at how easily Satan picked the exact things to which I’m most weak and used them so well.  I’m angry that I’m STILL struggling with the same battles I fought a year ago. 

And I could write about all the ways God has met our needs so well this week.  Because he has.  Two sweet neighbors separately brought Daniel gifts he could play with in his lap.  Friends in Greenville, Raleigh, New Bern, Charlotte, and Winton-Salem were among the first I texted to ask for prayers – reminding me of how vastly God has blessed me with close relationships.  The YMCA nursery workers have met me right where I needed, tolerating my tears and being so, so good to my sweet boy.  My brothers, sisters-in-law, and parents have been exactly what I needed because they know me so well.  Andy’s family has offered support, visits, and sent Daniel their love. 

God is good to us.  But in spite of all that goodness, my heart has been bitter.  And isn’t it always a heart thing anyway?  I just texted a couple of girls in Charlotte asking for prayers for one of the situations that happened this week unrelated to Daniel’s leg, and I specifically said, “Pray for my heart because I think my actions are fine.”

Getting my heart in line with God’s is so challenging for me.  Yesterday, was a day that was especially tough, and to make matters worse, I was so busy.  Andy and I celebrate Christmas with Daniel on Christmas Eve.  It is our compromise with our families who request we spend Christmas Day with them.  So there was certainly a lot to do to get ready.  But when I found myself crying in the kitchen again, I knew it was time to stop.  It was time to sit at the feet of Jesus – something I had not done well in days.  I left my dirty kitchen, my half-prepared Christmas breakfast food, my unwrapped presents, and Andy in charge of Daniel, and I escaped to my room.  I opened my Bible to Romans 12 – the passage that I’ve been using for a year to try to overcome those same pesky heart problems – and collapsed into the arms of Jesus.  And it was so good.

Now, I definitely can’t say that I’ve overcome my heart challenges.  I 100% haven’t.  Even in writing this blog some of those nagging, annoying thoughts have threaten to wiggle their way in to my mind – my goodness, Satan is crafty.  But I’m trying.  And after yesterday, I’m freshly armed with scripture like “Be joyful in hope, patient in affliction, faithful in prayer” and “Overcome evil with good” and “As far as it depends on you, live at peace with everyone.”  I’m armed with those scriptures to remember when I’m tempted to hold my bitterness and anger instead. 

And, I’m reminded that that the first Christmas probably wasn’t all that peaceful, either.  And I bet that, at least in Mary’s eyes, things weren’t going according to plan.  I mean, who wants to ride a donkey while having contractions?  Who wants to give birth to their first baby while surrounded by hay, animals, possibly other travelers, and with a man they likely don’t know well?  I bet Mary thought she would be on a bed, in a private room, with her mother holding her hand when she had her first baby.  I would not be surprised if fear, frustration, and even a little anger were present in that first Christmas as well.  But then Jesus came.  And as a mother myself, I know that holding your sweet baby, makes everything better.  It isn’t that the pain is forgotten, it is that it just doesn’t matter anymore.  None of it matters.  All that matters is that child.  And how true is that of THIS child?  Of this Messiah?  Of Jesus whose name means “God saves”?  Yes, in the past week a few things popped up that made me fearful, frustrated, an angry.  Some of those things, like Daniel’s leg, I got over quickly.  Others I know will continue to be a struggle.  But when I look at the Christ, when I allow him to be my focus, those things don’t matter as much (and hopefully, one day as the Holy Spirit works on me, won’t matter at all). 


I’m typing this blog in the quiet of my living room while my family sleeps.  The Christmas tree casts a soft glow, the yeasty smell of rising cinnamon rolls is reaching my nose, and I know the excitement of my favorite day with my boys is right around the corner.  But, in this moment, I’m reminded again that Christ is all that matters – he is the lens that puts everything else in my life into perspective and the only one who can quiet my heart.  I’m thankful for my husband who is so patient with me, for my son who always makes me smile, for family and friends who know me well and love me anyway, but today, I’m also thankful for this not so perfect Christmas and for the reminder, again, that Jesus is all I really need.

Friday, December 18, 2015

The Perfect Christmas

This Christmas season has been unusual for me.  It has been very low stress.  You may remember my post last year aboutSanta Clause.  I think my stress that season was more than obvious.  I don’t know why the holiday season brings out my worst. 

This year has been a little different.  Somehow we’ve had fewer conversations about what our Christmas travel plans will be.  We have also had fewer presents to buy.  I’ve listened to friends talk about searching to find the perfect gift for parents and grandparents and nieces and nephews and cousins, and felt a little overwhelmed at their lists.  This year, in addition to Daniel, Andy and I bought exactly eight gifts, and five of them were for children (who HAVE to be the easiest people in the world to please).  Andy and I didn’t even buy for one another.  We had our house painted in November, and we counted that as our Christmas gift to one another.  We set a budget for Daniel’s Christmas and half of it went to buying him a membership to the local Children’s Museum, so he has one box wrapped under our tree right now and a stuffed stocking.

We also decided last year not to do much with Santa.  He can be a thing in our home, of course. I don’t want my kid to be the one at preschool ruining the magic for everyone else.  And I definitely got the annual Santa/Daniel picture.  But at this age, Daniel is too young to understand much about Santa, so we just don’t talk about him.  I don’t do Elf on the Shelf, I don’t bake cookies for Santa, I don’t answer any hard questions about how Santa will get into our house, we don’t talk about what gift Santa is bringing Daniel and whether he has been good or bad.  This is not to say that I will never do any of those things (though some of them I can almost promise I won’t).  It is just to say that I’ve enjoyed much more talking to my son exclusively about Jesus this season.  Now, not to sugar coat, he doesn’t get Jesus either, and he is way more interested in the donkey Mary rides than he is in the baby in the manager, but the point is that I have been able to focus on the true meaning of Christmas this year.

I won’t lie, my tree with only two wrapped gifts under it (because some of our eight gifts to others were shipped online), does look a little pitiful.  Maybe next year I need to wrap some empty boxes to make it look more festive.  But, I have to say that my heart is SO FULL.  It has been an amazing season. Santa has barely been on my radar.  I didn’t wrack my brain over gifts to buy. I haven’t battled the mall traffic. I haven’t had any stressful conversations with anyone about why our Christmas plans are what they are. I haven’t had a single fight with my husband. 

Instead, Daniel and I have read the Christmas story in his Bible over and over.  We set out the nativity and talked about all the people.  We’ve baked cookies and made Christmas crafts.  I’ve been studying Hebrews with some friends and have spent a lot of time thinking about the absolute miracle that is Jesus. 

We have a God who wrapped himself in human baby flesh and put himself in the home of two very young, inexperienced parents – becoming the very definition of humility.  A God who came to experience every ounce of what it meant to be human.  Who left his place in heaven to seek justice for our sins.  To take on the punishment that we all deserve, so that we could stand before the Father with the debt paid and our lives made clean – acceptable.  This is the miracle that is Christmas.  This is the truth that is sometimes hard to see in the middle of expectations and presents and elves and Santa.


I’m thankful this season for the absence of distractions.  I know that every season will not be like this one.  Some years we travel more than others.  Some years, due to how we celebrate, we have more gifts to buy.  Soon we will probably have to incorporate a little more of Santa into our Christmas.  But, I wanted to take a moment to reflect on THIS season.  The first most perfect Christmas I’ve had in a very long time.   

Monday, October 12, 2015

The Preschool Decision

We’ve been having the Great Preschool Debate at our house this past week.  I know it is late in the game to be discussing preschool options, but we’ve been trying to decide whether to keep Daniel at his current preschool or make a change, and I’ve found myself obsessively thinking about preschool pros and cons.  Should he be in a place where he is loved to pieces or a place that is highly accredited?  Is being fed a healthy snack important to the decision process?  Or is it better to send him somewhere that will feed him Puffs but has certified elementary school teachers?  Add all of these questions to the fact that as a high school teacher, I don’t know what to look for in early childhood education, and I’ve just felt overwhelmed by this decision.  Most people tell me that Daniel will be fine academically no matter what we do for preschool – Andy and I are educated parents who talk to him often, read to him, and limit screen time.  But, in full disclosure, I’m not intentional about his educational development.  I don’t try to teach him letters or numbers on any kind of regular basis.  I try to talk to him about colors, but it isn’t something I always remember to do.  I don’t think I’ve ever said anything to him about shapes.  I am intentional, instead, about teaching him to be brave – to try new things, to be adventurous, to explore.  I rarely tell him to “be careful.”  I am focused on helping him learn to share and take turns and be kind.  We are intentional about social skills – like saying hello and bye, please and thank you.  I know all of those lessons I’m teaching him are important, but are they as important as his academic development?  Are we going to ruin him for life by sending him to a preschool that isn’t filling in the gaps of what I’m not doing at home?  I know this is crazy, but that question has actually kept me up at night this week.

And then, on Saturday, I came home from shopping, and I found Daniel on the couch with his Bible.  He didn’t even come to the door to welcome me home when I called to him.  Instead, he stayed where he was, flipping the pages, saying “Bible, Bible.”  Andy looked up from the computer and told me that they had just read three Bible stories and said a prayer.  The background story is that I had recently started having morning quiet times on the couch with Daniel in addition to family prayer time before Andy leaves for work. 

Watching him sitting alone with his Bible was precious.  And I felt a peace in my spirit that this is what truly mattered.  It reminded me of the scripture in Luke 10 when Jesus told Martha that Mary had chosen “what is better” when she decided to sit at his feet instead of helping Martha with housework.  Saturday was a reminder that teaching Daniel about Jesus is always better than anything else.

As parents, we all have things we are passionate and intentional about teaching our children and other traits and skills we struggle to teach.  I don’t think I’m the only one who wonders if I’m doing the right things for my child – if he is in the right preschool or learning the right skills or playing with the right toys.  I have a feeling I’m not the only one who obsessively reads parenting articles and debates almost every disciplining decision.  And I’m not saying all those decisions aren’t important or that academics and social skills shouldn’t be taught.  But what I am saying is that there is something better to teach our children.  Better than ABCs or baseball or please and thank you is Jesus.  He is the way, the truth, and the life.  Teaching our children to know and love him is the very best gift we can give them.  Because, in the end, if they go to the best colleges and get the best jobs and are the most successful athletes, but don’t know Jesus, what is their life worth?


As I looked at Daniel “reading” his Bible this weekend, I got to thinking that there is really not much parenting advice in the Bible.  The scripture that stood out to me as having the most specific advice, though, is also one we had read at our wedding.  It is Deuteronomy 6:6-9 which says, “These commandments that I give you today are to be on your hearts.  Impress them on your children.  Talk about them when you sit at home and when you walk along the road, when you lie down and when you get up.  Tie them as symbols on your hands and bind them on your foreheads.  Write them on the door frames of your houses and on your gates.”  Making sure Daniel knows his ABCs might be a good thing, but much better than that is making sure God’s word is present and obvious in our home.  Talking about Jesus and praying together and sharing praises is the parenting God desires.  And, while I’m still not sure we’ve made the best preschool decision, I know the Holy Spirit is equipping us to teach Daniel about Jesus – and that is more important than anything else. 

Tuesday, September 15, 2015

One of Those Weeks

I had a hard week recently.  It was just one of those weeks full of disappointment and the ever present demands of life that called me to keep moving forward when I really just wanted to sit and cry.  We’ve all had weeks like that, right?  A week of intense stress, a week where we forced a smile to hide a lot of hurt, a week of unanswered prayer.  It was just one of those weeks.

And one morning that week as I sat in my room trying to do some work for the classes I teach online, I found my mind completely occupied with another hurt making it hard to concentrate.  In that moment, I felt defeat creeping near, and in defiance, I stopped and took a moment to sing along with Pandora and the worship music playing from my app.  I closed my eyes and raised my hands to the Lord, and told him I loved him.  In all my hurt, and in all my stress of that awful week, I just decided to praise God.  To defy Satan.  To tell him that he wouldn’t win over me this time.  To say to myself that God is good.  No matter what I see in the moment, he is always good and always on my side.

This morning, I drove home from dropping Daniel at preschool and the song “Just Be Held” by Casting Crowns came on the radio.  I first heard it during that awful week, but I listened again to the lyrics this morning, and they spoke to me just as strongly today as they did then.  I love the line, “Your world’s not falling apart, it’s falling into place.  I’m on the throne, stop holding on and just be held.”  Sometimes, I feel like I’m desperately holding on to God – just trying to keep him near in times of stress and sadness.  The song reminded me that God is not moving away from me in those times – or in any other time.  He is always right where he should be – on the throne and in control.  There are times when I feel like things are falling apart, but God knows that truly they are just falling right into place.  Not a moment of our lives is wasted when it comes to God’s purpose in our lives.  I love Proverbs 19:21 that says, “Many are the plans in a person’s heart, but it is the Lord’s purpose that prevails.”  I’ve always thought of this verse positively; I might have good plans but the Lord’s plans are better and will prevail over mine.  That is true, but it is also true that even in the bad things that happen to us – as a result of a fallen world or other people’s plans or whatever – even in those things, God cannot be defeated.  He is bigger than plans or circumstances or even evil.  He is big enough to take anything and shape it into his will for us.  And I love the reminder that, “In all things God works for the good of those who love him, who have been called according to his purpose” (Romans 8:28).


So, if you happen to be having one of those hard weeks, remember that, while things have changed, God has not.  He is still who he always was and always will be – he is good and trustworthy and true, and he is working ALL things out for our good, even when we can’t see it.

Saturday, September 5, 2015

He is Faithful

This morning, I was reading Joshua 5, and crazily enough, verse 7 stuck out to me: “So he raised up their sons in their place, and these were the ones Joshua circumcised.  They were still uncircumcised because they had not been circumcised on the way.”  I know it is such a strange verse, but I couldn’t help wondering why these men had not been circumcised.  In Genesis 17, God gave Abraham the command to treat circumcision as a sign of a covenant between himself and his people (much the way we see baptism today).  God specifically stipulated that circumcision should occur when a baby was eight days old.  It was so serious that God told Abraham that any male who had not been circumcised should be cut off from his people.  It was a practice that God’s people took seriously and one that they even continued while in exile in Egypt (see Joshua 5:5).  But then, in this journey to the Promised Land, they stopped practicing their part of the covenant God made with them.  They stopped following his command. 

But here is what struck me. God never left them.  He went before them into every journey and battle.  He sent them manna to eat.  He led them through the Jordan in Chapter 4 – parting the waters so they could walk on dry land.   He showed them his great power, and finally, under Joshua’s leadership, they acknowledged it.  I love Joshua 4:24 which says about the parting of the Jordan, “He did this so that all the peoples of the earth might know that the hand of the Lord is powerful and so that you might always fear the Lord your God.”  He parted the waters to show his power – to all the nations, but also, certainly, to the Israelites.  In this one act, he reminded them again that he is God – that he is powerful and trustworthy.  That he is who he says he is.

Immediately after crossing the Jordan, God commands Joshua to circumcise all the men as none of them had been circumcised (except, of course, Joshua and Caleb who were the only male survivors from Egypt).  After everyone was circumcised and healed, God says to Joshua, “Today I have rolled away the reproach of Egypt from you” (Joshua 5:9).  Most commentaries seemed to agree that the “reproach of Egypt” was the shame of being uncircumcised.  Once God declares the reproach has been rolled away, the people celebrate Passover and the manna stops arriving.

Ok, that is a lot of information, but it is about to get exciting, so let’s recap:
1. The people cross the Jordan – an amazing display of the power of God.
2. The men are circumcised (they had been disobedient in not being circumcised prior to this point).  Circumcision now shows they belong to the Lord.
3. God declares he has taken away their shame.
4. They celebrate Passover.

Doesn’t this sequence of events sound just like the gospel?  Think about it!  Without Jesus, we are like an uncircumcised people wandering in a dessert.  God is there – he is sending us manna and protecting us and frankly, all around us, but we are so lost.  We don’t know where we are going and there is nothing to celebrate.  But the beautiful part is that as God never wavered in his faithfulness to the Israelites in the desert, he has not wavered in his faithfulness to us today.  In an amazing display of his power, he sent Jesus.  He sent his only son to die on a cross for our sins – to take away our shame.  And just as the Israelites set up stones from the Jordan to remind them of God’s faithfulness, the cross continuously reminds us of God’s faithfulness.  Even when we were lost, he was there.  He was protecting and providing and making a way to him – and that way was (and is) Jesus.

In Acts 17, Paul is trying to get the Athenians to understand that the world is not made up of many gods, but directed by one true God. He says to them, “Then God who made the world and everything in it is the Lord of heaven and earth…From one man he made all the nations, that they should inhabit the whole earth; and he marked out their appointed times in history and the boundaries of their lands.  God did this so they would seek him and perhaps reach out for him and find him, though he is not far from any one of us.  For in him we live and move and have our being.”  According to Paul, God is so close.  He is close to us in the same way he was always close to the Israelites in the desert, but Paul also says that the time has come to acknowledge God.  In verse 30 he says, “In the past God overlooked such ignorance, but now he commands all people everywhere to repent.” 

God is faithful and close and good, but there comes a time when it is our turn to do our part and acknowledge him.  If the Israelites wanted to move out of their desert wandering, they had to eventually be circumcised – they had to become God’s people again.  They could not experience God’s best and also remain in their rebellion.  God is patient, but there comes a time for each of us to stop walking around our own deserts. 

It gets ridiculous anyway, doesn’t it?  In the desert, the people didn’t know where they were going.  Sometimes they walked in circles.  They knew they were being fed, but they didn’t know if there would be food for tomorrow.  Does that sound familiar?  Things are fine.  We keep moving on, but we don’t really know if we are moving forward.  Sometimes we see the same road again and again.  We are making it, but we don’t know if we will still be making it tomorrow.  There isn’t much hope in that. 

But there is hope in the cross.  In the cross, we know whose we are.  We know this earth is not our home.  We know we have the hope of heaven one day, and we know that even on this planet all things are working together for our good – even when we don’t quite know how.  In the cross, we are claimed by God, just as in circumcision the Israelites found a place to belong.  The cross marks us as a people set apart by God as circumcision marked those dessert wanderers.

And once we are set apart, the good stuff begins.  Don’t you love that the Israelites celebrated Passover after they were circumcised?  Passover was a meal that symbolized God’s absolute faithfulness.  It reminded them of God’s provision for them in Egypt when the angel of death spared their children because a lamb had been sacrificed instead (Exodus 12).  Jesus redefined Passover for us when he ate it the night before his death with his disciples and told them that in the future they would remember him when taking Passover.  On that night, what was Passover became what we know as communion, and Jesus became the Passover lamb – the sacrifice for sins that spared us from death.  When we take communion, we remember God’s faithfulness to us when he sent Jesus to die on the cross for our sins, we acknowledge the ways God is blessing us now, and we look forward to the day when Jesus comes again.  We belong, and we celebrate a meal that shows us just how much we belong.

The manna had nothing on Passover.  The manna was God’s faithfulness in the day to day to a people who barely acknowledged he existed.  The celebration of Passover brought together a God who had never been unfaithful with a people willing to remember and engage.  Communion does the same today.


God is so consistent.  He pursues us and shows us his power, and when we bow before him and acknowledge him as Lord, he takes away our shame and invites us to engage with him.  I love his faithfulness.  It could not be more beautiful – yesterday, today, and tomorrow.

Thursday, August 6, 2015

Classroom Tips for Teachers

School starts back in a few weeks, and even though this is my second year not going back with the crowd, I still feel like the year really begins in August.  I have this huge desire buy school supplies and some kind of phantom excitement that I’ll see my friends (ie coworkers) again after our long separation.  Even though I’m still teaching online, and will start school about the same time everyone else does, I still miss those first days of schools with bright, clean classrooms, organized materials, new bulletin boards, and attitudes that haven’t yet been worn down.  Frankly, I miss the hustle and bustle of a new school year in a physical place.  So, I thought I’d deviate from my typical blog, and post my favorite classroom management ideas.  This is always a topic I end up discussing with new teachers, and it is actually an area where I felt mostly successful, so I thought it would be a fun way to remotely join the back to school fun!

1. Build a relationship.  Kids want to work for someone they care about who cares about them.  To that end, learn their names.  Learn what they like.  Go to their sporting events and then tell them specifically what awesome things they did in the game.  Ask them what they are wearing to prom.  Ask them where they got their cool new shoes.  Spend a little time talking to them about something that has nothing to do with class or the curriculum.  Stand at the door and greet them when they walk in.  It is great to talk with your coworkers across the hall during that time, but engage your students in that conversation, too.  Let them feel like they are part of the community that is their school.

2. Know that class rules/expectations really aren’t as important as your college professor or administrator wants you to think they are.  Ok, so here is the real deal.  Jump through the hoop.  Have the rules, put them in your syllabus, post them on the wall, phrase them positively and short and line them up to the school behavior plan – whatever is asked of you.  But be real with your kids.  They are in high school, and they don’t want to be treated like babies (even if they act like babies 90% of the time haha).  After a few years of trying all the stuff I learned in college, this is the speech I ended up giving: “You guys have been in school for 10 years now.  You know how to act, so just act right.”  I used to give the whole “This is what I expect of you and this is what you can expect of me” speech, and frankly, I think my students took me much more seriously when I kept it short and sweet and was real with them.

3. Tell them your pet peeves.  In conjunction with the school rule talk, I usually would tell them my pet peeves since every teacher has those two or three things they are passionate about.  I’d finish the “act right” speech by saying something like, “But in case you are tempted to not act right, let me tell you a few of my pet peeves.  If you do these, I’ll for sure over react because they make me CRAZY.  I’m just warning you in advance.”  You cannot have a long list for these.  I only had two: Talking while I’m talking and sleeping in class.  I made it humorous.  I’d tell them that talking while I was talking made me crazy because I like to ease drop on people’s conversations (follow by some example of how I’d heard juicy gossip in the hallway) and that if they were talking, I’d be so distracted because I’d want to know the gossip, and I’d forget what I wanted to say, which would make for a terrible class period.  With sleeping, I’d tell them that it made me feel like I was boring, so it would completely hurt my feelings.  That is why I couldn’t tolerate sleeping.  Being humorous about these two pet peeves from the beginning helped me handle them well when they inevitably happened.  I could call kids out like this: “Sam, please stop talking while I am because I’m DYING to know what you are saying.  It is killing me.  I’m so distracted.  Help me out here!”  It saved their self esteem, everyone had been warned, and it took the attention off them and put it on me.  I know other teachers who make a joke about how they want to be the center of attention in their class because they come from a big family and have a complex when it comes to not getting enough attention.  So sorry, kids, but you have to deal with all the insecurities I’ve harbored since childhood.

4. Have a bathroom policy.  I HIGHLY recommend a bathroom policy.  If you find out your kids are awesome, you can get rid of it, but it is very hard to start a policy after not having it (and I had maybe two classes ever who didn’t need the policy).  I used to tell them the bathroom policy and then tell them that once they had used all their passes, they couldn’t get my permission to leave the class.  I would usually say, “But, look, if you are going to pee in your pants, and your passes are gone, please leave.  You don’t want to be the 9th grader who peed in his pants in English class.  You’ll never live that down.  We’ll still be talking about it at your graduation.  So walk out and go to the bathroom.  But then know I’m going to write you up for walking out of class.  I will understand why you had to do it, but you’ll still have to suffer the consequences – which, if this is your first offense, will probably only be a warning.  No big deal.”  Stick to it, too.  In seven years of teaching, I only had two kids ever walk out to use the bathroom after running out of passes, and of those two, only one really had to go.  I did allow kids to bring in doctor’s notes to go whenever they wanted, though, so usually I’d also mention to the class that if they saw someone going more frequently than was allowed, that person probably had a doctor’s note (though, if they asked me directly, I’d neither confirm nor deny it).

5. Don’t create a power struggle. Be calm.  Be matter of fact.  Be consistent.  Be quiet.  This is the policy, and they know it, so don’t lose your cool – just give the consequence.  After they see you handle discipline this way enough, everything will run smoother.  They will be less likely to test you because they know they REALLY WILL get in trouble.  They will also be a lot more compliant about taking consequences.  Kids who had had me for a few years in a row would joke that they didn’t even feel like they were in trouble until they were half way to lockout because I handled the situations calmly, quietly, and matter of factly.  Plus, in all honesty, high schoolers can be little devils.  If they think they can make you cry or scream or throw a fit, they will do all they can to get that reaction because, let’s face it, watching your teacher melt down is WAY more fun than diagramming sentences.

6. Keep discipline private whenever possible.  No one wants to be embarrassed in front of their peers. Until you know who can handle it and who can’t (basically until you have built a relationship), don’t call kids out in front of class.  Approach their desks and whisper.  Quietly, ask them to meet you in the hall after everyone else is working on an assignment.  My BEST times with students were hallway chats – even when they spent half the chat cussing.  Also, if they drop that F-bomb in the hallway, I don’t have to address it and can instead address the REASON they are cussing.  If they drop it in a conversation they are having with me across the classroom while everyone else is watching – well, that is another story.

7. Bring candy and provide materials.  Candy is a HUGE motivator.  Even one M&M or one Skittle for a correct answer can be awesome – they will give you a hard time about being stingy, you will say you are on a poor teaching salary, and then everyone is happy and willing to do what it takes for that little treat.  In addition to stocking up on candy, I stocked up on school supplies.  I quickly learned that about 50% of the kids in my lower level classes would not have any materials, so I bought enough notebooks, file folders, and pencils for everyone when school supplies were on major sale.  I kept those items in the classroom, so they didn’t have to carry them back and forth to lockers.  Everyone won.  They always had what they needed, and I wasn’t pulling my hair out.  My upper level classes could usually borrow from a neighbor, but when they couldn’t, I had extra paper and pens/pencils.  Besides, what are you really going to do to the unprepared kid?  Administrators could kill you for sending them out for that. 

8. Don’t send kids out of class often, but if you threaten it, be willing to follow through. On the heels of that last one…I don’t think most new teachers know this, but there is a TON of pressure on administrators to suspend less kids.  It isn’t worth explaining the politics on this one, but the truth is that most of the discipline referrals a principal gets will be ignored.  And, if you are a teacher who writes kids up every day, ALL of your referrals will get ignored.  So, do all you can NOT to write them up and send them out, which means have those hallway chats, don’t make a big deal out of things like being unprepared, make sleeping kids stand up instead of sending them out, offer Friday detentions in your room if the school will allow it.  Whatever you can devise to make the discipline fit the crime and happen in class, do it.  But, when you tell them that you are going to send them out, really send them out.  Don’t give idle threats.  And if you don’t send them out often, the administration will usually give a consequence for the behavior (and if they don’t, at least you have a leg to stand on when you protest).  As a side note, asking a kid to sit in the hallway is NOT an appropriate punishment.  It is MAJOR fun to sit in the hall and talk to everyone who is headed to lockout or the bathroom, and a great chance to socialize with the kids in the room across the hall.

9. Have a sense of humor and be creative.  My best advice is to just enjoy the fun part of high school kids.  They are wild and crazy and silly.  Enjoy that.  And relish in the fact that YOU don’t have to act like an adult all the time when you are with them.  One time, I had my 1st period freshmen make group posters for an activity we were doing.  The posters would be tools to track their progress all grading period, so we took an entire class period, made them pretty, and hung them on the wall.  In 4th period, my seniors informed me that one of the posters was an acronym for a vulgar phrase.  In retaliation, I got a few of my artistic seniors to help me rework the offending poster into a beautiful piece of artwork renaming the group “The In-grown Toenails” – complete with a graphic picture.  I said nothing about their original poster, and when they finally noticed the reworking the next day, we all got a great laugh out of their being caught and the punishment of being the “in grown toenail” group for six weeks. 

10. Find good mentors.  Obviously this little list does not cover all the issues a teacher will have in his/her classroom.  I have used a million other tactics for individual situations, but those solutions were either “stolen” from other teachers or developed with another teacher.  Work together!  And find the coworkers with positive attitudes who actually LIKE high school students – those people will be the best resources.


HAPPY TEACHING!!!

Saturday, July 25, 2015

Lessons Since Moving to Winston

If you’ve read my blog or know me personally, you’ll know that I have struggled in my walk with the Lord since becoming a mom and quitting my job.  The lack of structure in my day and the demands of a little one have made it hard for me to want to meet with the Lord the way I did before Daniel.  The fact that I still don’t quite belong to a community of believers in Winston has also been challenging for me.  Honestly, I can say that this year has been one of the hardest years for my faith walk.  It has been a year where I feel like I fail more than I succeed.  It has been a time where I’d hate for anyone to hold me up as an example of what Christianity looks like.

But, this morning, I sat down to do one of my old quiet times.  The house is miraculously still this morning – both my boys are sleeping past 6:00 am!  I grabbed a bagel and a coffee and sat down to savor my time with the Lord instead of rush through it in effort to check it off my “to do” list, and you know what?  God met with me this morning. And instead of condemning me for how far I have to go in being faithful to him, he showed me all the ways he has changed me this year.  I love having this blog to reflect on what God has taught me, so if for no one else but myself, I’d like to record those lessons here.

1. He has taught me repentance.  I am a person who has often struggled with pride.  Generally, my walk with Christ has been a steady progression.  I haven’t had any big falling away.  I have known God since I was little.  And I do make an effort to study his word.  My sins have not been grossly obvious, so sometimes I’ve been tempted to believe they aren’t “that bad.”  This year, I have struggled in so many ways – not only in my outward behavior, but also in my heart.  I’ve been bitter and angry and quick to speak when I should have been quick to listen.  This year, I’ve learned that I am that bad, and that, oh, God has a long way to go with me.  I have learned to repent and ask forgiveness, think I’ve made progress, and then encounter with the same situation again and give the same bad response!  I desperately want to love people the way Jesus does.  I want to see them the way he sees them, but I am not getting it right most days.  However, in the past I faced the same uphill battle with worry and judgement, and for the most part, God took me past those sins.  I think he has shown me this year that he can do the same with my quick temper and bitterness…eventually!

2. He has taught me his faithfulness. When Andy and I decided I would stay home with Daniel, we knew the monthly budget wouldn’t add up.  I’m meticulous about tracking our spending, and I told Andy how much money it would cost us each month for me to stay home with Daniel – and it was no small cost.  Nevertheless, we decided to take a step in faith.  I quit my job.  Then God rearranged our circumstances by moving us to Winston Salem and giving me a new job – both of those changes helped but didn’t fix our budget issue.  Last night, I was looking over our budget from the past year, and I still have to do the final calculations, but it looks like we have not dipped into our savings for me to stay home as we originally thought we would have to do and have actually saved the exact amount we wanted to save each year for Daniel’s college fund.  How has this has happened?  Random amounts of money have come in each month.  Let me just give you one example – our HVAC died a few months ago.  Fortunately, we have a home warranty plan that would pay most of the expense, but we were going to have to pay about $2,500 out of pocket.  We used our savings, and thanked God that the unit died when we had a home warranty plan.  A month later, we got a letter from BB&T telling us that we had somehow over paid our mortgage on the house we owned in Charlotte and that they would be sending us a check for $3,000.  That is just one example.  I promise I can’t count the number of ways God has provided for us like that this year.

Now, I won’t lie, I’m still learning to fully rely on God in this way.  We have been so blessed that we have not had to cut corners in insane ways with our budget – we were able to take a vacation this year, we have spent money sprucing up our house, we go out to eat sometimes.  We could cut those things and save a little more, but so far, that hasn’t been necessary.  What has changed, though, is that I have to trust God to provide in the future.  When I was working full time, we did whatever we wanted to do, and we still saved a large chunk of our income each month.  Now we think more about what we are spending and weigh the possibility of touching our savings for things like having another baby or paying for a home repair.  But what I can say is that we have been faithful to God in our tithe and in our decision to follow his leading for me to stay home, and he has been more than faithful to us as a result.

3. God is sovereign.  Let me start by saying I learned this concept because it has been so hard for us to find a church in Winston Salem.  Winston Salem is largely Presbyterian – which seems crazy to me considering Wake Forest is a Baptist based college.  If we had been able to find any church we liked that was not reformed, we would have joined it to avoid the issue of Calvinism.  But we didn’t find one, and in fact, I believe God has finally led us to an Evangelical Presbyterian Church – which was a HUGE struggle for me.

A few months ago, I wrote a blog about our church search and how I was struggling with joining a church that believed in Calvinism.  When I wrote the last blog, I was a firm believer in free will.  I could not believe that there were people who could think that God created some people and basically had no plan for them to go to heaven – how did that line up with verses like 2 Peter 3:9 that says God “is patient…not wanting anyone to perish, but everyone to come to repentance”?  But, the truth is that I could not deny scriptures in Ephesians and Romans that seemed to point pretty clearly to predestination.  Now, I know that most Methodists and Baptists and Catholics would point out that God predestines people according to his foreknowledge, but the more I thought about that concept and the more I read scripture, that explanation increasingly didn’t feel exactly right to me.  It didn’t sound quite like what the passage was saying.

So, for the past year, I’ve wrestled with Calvinism.  And along the way, God has put little nuggets in my heart.  Lots of people have tried to justify predestination to me, and it has never felt right, but in the fall, I had two conversations with our Presbyterian neighbors that stuck with me (and honestly, it was their admittance that they could be wrong that held the most sway).  In the winter, I went to a women’s conference where the speaker said something that hit home so solidly that several of my girlfriends with me (who knew about my struggle) sent me pointed looks.  In the early spring, I listened to a sermon from a Baptist pastor I greatly admire who didn’t land solidly in the free will camp. 

And, this is where I land now: God is sovereign.  He is good, he is faithful, he is loving, he is in control.  I don’t know anything else, but I know all of that to be true.  I’m a big believer in keeping the gospel of Jesus Christ a big deal, and letting everything else (whenever possible) be a “little deal.”  It has taken me a long time to get to that point in my faith – I used to think every theological issue was a big deal and worth debate.  I had felt like the Presbyterian view on predestination was so closely tied to the gospel message that it had to be a big deal, but now, I think I was wrong.  The truth is that everyone I’ve ever heard argue Calvinism believes the same things I believe in essence – we are nothing without Christ, we’ve done nothing to earn our salvation, Jesus is the only way to heaven.  We articulate those ideas differently, but we believe the same thing about the gospel.  And the other truth of the whole thing is that I honestly don’t know how God works.  Is it possible that some people are predestined for heaven and others aren’t?  I can’t read scripture fairly and answer that question with a confident “no.”  On the other hand, there are scriptures like the one in 2 Peter that seem to contradict those on predestination, so I also can’t read scripture fairly and answer with a confident “yes” either.  So, this year, I’ve learned to go back to what I know about God.  I might not know how he works, but I know who he is.  And I know that because he is goodness itself, he can’t possibly act in a way that isn’t good – even when I don’t understand.


So what’s the bottom line?  The bottom line is that even though I haven’t been as faithful to God this year as I would have like to say I’ve been, he has been so good to me.  He has not left me where I was a year ago.  We certainly have a long way to go together, but I’m so glad he hasn’t given up on me, and I’m so glad for all I’m learning.

Friday, June 26, 2015

Father's Day

This week, Andy and I went to the beach to celebrate our 3rd wedding anniversary.  Since the weekend before our anniversary happened to be Father’s Day this year, we invited my parents and brother’s family to join us for that.  My brother is a new dad this year, so it was a great time to celebrate all these special men.  Watching the different stages of fatherhood also left me thinking about the impact a dad has.

My brother is the dad to a two month old.  He and my sister in law are such a good team and have adjusted to parenthood so well, but I remember that stage of life being a very stressful one in my home just one year ago!  It takes a lot of energy and patience to meet the needs of such a tiny human being.  My brother joked that for Father’s Day he wanted a day to himself without the demands of parenthood.  Did he get it?  Absolutely not!  It is amazing how much our parents do sacrifice for us.

Andy is an awesome dad to our sweet little 14 month old.  Daniel is only a year older than his cousin, but it is amazing the difference a year can make at this point.  In only a slightly different place than my brother, Andy is his son’s best buddy.  Daniel wakes up asking for “Daddy” (pronounced Dad-D in his little voice).  They play and tickle and run together.  Daddy coming home from work is the best part of Daniel’s day.  It is absolute hero worship, and I love it.

My dad has three grown children.  His role is so obviously different than the other two dads we celebrated.  He has learned to let go and let us be the people he has raised us to be.  My brothers and I are very different in terms of personality, but we have also ended up in different places professionally and geographically.  My youngest brother lives with his wife in Texas, and it was clear how much my dad missed his presence – which is absent at most of our family events.  We’ve chosen very different career paths for ourselves and none of us followed in my dad’s footsteps to take over his contracting business, even though the offer was on the table for all of us.  What I love about my dad, though, is that he understands what we all do, and he takes the time to talk with us about our career choices.  I know he is more comfortable with the business world that my brothers occupy, but he has always listened to my stories about teaching or my students and found ways to relate.  I feel like so many people talk about education as if they understand it because they were once students (an attitude that is of insane annoyance to a public school teacher for the record!), but my dad is not like that.  He listens to the current struggles and reads articles about education, which he either discusses with or sends to me.  And when I quit teaching face to face and began teaching online so that I could be home with Daniel, he took the time to understand how that worked, too.  And here is what I really love.  My brothers are incredibly ambitious in their careers – just as my dad was.  I was ambitious too before I became a mom, but now, I work online simply to give us a budget that keeps me home with Daniel.  And in my dad’s eyes, I know there is no shame in my decision to give up my career for my family.  I know that he is proud of me – even if for different reasons than his pride for my brothers.

This week as I reflected on a father’s role in our lives, I told Andy that it is amazing what a big, imposing role fathers have.  They are like giants in our lives, I think.  I see it with Daniel, and I see it in myself as a daughter.  To Daniel, his daddy is bigger than life.  When Andy is around, Daniel could jump out of his skin with excitement.  When Andy is gone, Daniel asks about him frequently.  I’m Daniel’s primary care giver – I feed him all his meals, change most of his diapers, and play with him for hours throughout the day, but those times with me are a given to him.  The time with daddy is special.  If he falls and hurts himself, Daniel wants his mommy who he knows will come at a moment’s notice, but if he is feeling good, he has eyes only for daddy.


Watching Daniel, at such a young age, interact differently with Andy and me, makes me think that generally, we accept that our mothers will always be there because they always have been.  Mothers occupy a quiet, constant space in our lives like the air we breathe – unless they are missing, we barely notice their presence.  Dads are more like a shooting star or a brilliant summer thunderstorm – they are big and bold and impactful.  I want to make my dad proud of me.  I want to earn his admiration and approval.  There is something about his role in my life that makes me want to please him.  By contrast, I know my mom will always be for me what she has always been – encouraging, loving, affirming.  And I love this give and take.  Moms give children consistency and security, but dads push them to be great.  Dads make us excel and work hard and strive to be the best.  Dads add excitement and energy and even focus to a home.  What a wonderful role – that of fathers.  And this Father’s Day, I was so glad I got the chance to spend it with my three favorite dads!

Tuesday, June 9, 2015

Reflections on Moving to Winston Salem


Andy was not looking for a new job when he was called to interview in Winston.  I was eight months pregnant, we had recently bought a house in a FANTASTIC location, and we loved being in Charlotte.  I had made some great friends, had a wonderful small group, and was about to have a baby.  We lived an easy one hour drive from my parents, and my mom and I were already planning all our lunch dates and meetups for the days when I would be a stay at home parent.  Life was good.  And then we got a call from Winston Salem.

As soon as Andy told me about his unexpected call to interview for a position in Winston, I knew we would be moving.  The scripture, “I go to prepare a place for you” came to mind very soon after the announcement, and I was flooded with peace from the Lord about it.  I vividly remember telling my mom when I called her with the news, “I know we are going to move.  I know Andy hasn’t even interviewed yet, but I’m telling you God is taking us to Winston Salem.  He told me he was preparing a place for us there.” 

There were a lot of twists and turns after Andy’s call to interview, and the choice to leave Charlotte became increasingly more difficult.  It felt like reasons to stay just kept popping up in our path, but in every quest for wisdom and in every prayer, we always had confirmation that God was asking us to leave – that his promises were as true as his call.

We have been in Winston Salem almost a year, and I still miss Charlotte regularly – the shopping, the proximity to my family, my friends and Bible Study there.  But gradually, God is creating such a special community for us here.  Last night, Andy and I talked about the three homes we’ve lived in together and the home I owned and loved in Greenville.  Each of those homes had some awesome perks and special memories for us – and a couple of them were very near and dear to my heart – but we both agreed that our house in Winston is the best one for our current stage of life.  There is space for Daniel to play and storage for his many toys.  It truly is a great fit and just what we need.


And not only that.  God has also been true to his word and is surrounding us with the community I had craved.  Today, Daniel and I walked over to play with our neighbors who have children ages 4, 3, and almost 1.  Daniel adores these children, and we see them at least once each week.  Today, I watched as the three youngest – all boys – knelt together in the grass, the smallest one not quite ready to walk.  I watched the three year old with his bright blue eyes look at Daniel in all seriousness and say, “Daniel, we do not do this.”  I couldn’t quite hear the rest of his speech, but I knew he was telling my rambunctious boy how to treat his younger brother – ie not to hit the baby with the play sword he was carrying!  I watched their interaction, and I thought, “This is it.  This is community.”  Here was an older child teaching the younger one something he had learned from his own parents about kindness.  Here I was listening to his lesson and learning from him and also his sweet mom how to parent these babies in our care.  It reminded me of the scripture in Titus 2 that describes the church as a body of believers who learn from one another – who all have something to teach and something to learn.  Tonight as I reflect on that sweet interaction between Daniel and his buddies, I am thankful we have moved here.  I am thankful that God prepared a place for me here before we came, and I am thankful for all he has yet to do.

Monday, June 8, 2015

Guest Post: What Infertility Has Taught Us About Marriage by Jason Faulkner

This morning, I took a quiet minute to open up my computer and start a new blog post (because my poor blog is missing me!).  I had a topic in mind and had just prayed for God to guide my words when I got a phone call from a friend requesting to guest post on One Crying Stone.  Our conversation gave me chills, and I know for sure that these are the words that the Lord wanted posted today, and I hope that you might consider sharing them for him in your own circle of influence – maybe in a Facebook post or with a small group.  He and his wife are willing to break themselves open and be so honest to offer some hope and encouragement for those in the same place they have been.  Maybe you could be willing to help them in this.


Before, I post his words, I want to tell you a little bit about my friends, Jason and Katie.  I met Jason on my first night at ECU.  We became instant buddies.  His big laugh and carefree spirit drew me (and others) to him.  He was also majoring in English Education, so we had several of our first classes together, and after that semester, began planning our schedules together, so I shared a lot of class time with him and later we completed our internship together.  He always made me laugh, and I probably helped keep him out of as much trouble as possible in those college courses.

Jason and I didn’t hang out together much outside of school, so I met his wife (then girlfriend), Katie, after they had been dating for a year or more.  I knew immediately that she was the one for him.  Katie has a wonderful, easy going spirit that handles Jason’s intensity and focuses his energy.  They laugh easily together and share common goals.  Their relationship is beautiful.  I was asked to read scripture in their wedding, and I remember sitting through the ceremony and watching them interact.  I honestly can’t say that I’ve ever seen a couple more connected, in love, and simply happy together than Jason and Katie.

This year, they’ve faced a situation that has been emotionally tough for them, but the absolute beauty of their relationship still shines in this blog post Jason wrote about their experience.  Please read it, and please share it if you know someone who will benefit as it is their desire to speak to others in similar situations.

What Infertility Has Taught Us About Marriage

The other day my wife, Katie, and I received a bit of news. Not good or bad news – just news – we were told that after 6 months and seemingly endless testing we cannot have kids. Of course this news is unwanted and certainly not the desired news one would want to hear from a doctor but given the past six months, the news was not unexpected. However, despite the tears – yes we both cried – the heartache, the typical questions one would ask, questions such as: why us? and how is this fair?, this experience is more about us succeeding as a couple and allowing us to fully understand the meaning of marriage than anything else. 

This past January, after about a year of trying, Katie and I decided to start the process of speaking with different doctors about why we were having pregnancy issues. We started with an OBGYN in our hometown and then we were referred to a “Conception Specialist” (my term), as well as other doctors. We wanted to find answers but there was always another test which only exacerbated our feeling of being in limbo. It seemed that no matter the number of tests we took the picture was not clear enough to give us a definitive answer.

After receiving the first round of test results we immediately knew the odds were not in our favor. We were shocked, upset, scared, and confused, we had long conversations that played out different “what-if’ scenarios, one of which was about our marriage.

“Would our inability to have kids be the cause of us divorcing?” My wife, immediately responded, “If that was the case the vows we said on our wedding day, in front of everyone, would be a sham. We married each other because we love one another and want to be with each other – not based on the ability of whether or not we could procreate.” She nailed it and though I am not religious the vows said on wedding days are about a couple – two people coming together – going from an “I” and a “me” to form an “us” and a ‘we.”

Our situation has taught us other lessons, like focusing on what we have rather than what we do not. For whatever reason it is human nature to focus on the latter – what we do not have or wished we had. This in no way should negate ambition but what Katie and I have learned is that focusing on what we do not, or cannot, have will only cause us to lead unfulfilled lives. Instead we have tried to remain focused on everything that  we do have – our health, our families, our  friends, good times, laughter, shared experiences, and, most importantly, each other.

As a couple we had the hardest time dealing with the feelings of loneliness and isolation that accompany pregnancy complications. We, like many, when faced with hardships surround ourselves with our most cherished loved ones, our families and friends. However the personal nature of fertility can cause a couple to be reclusive and cause them to stop leaning on those who support them the most. For the most part we tried to be as open as we could be, or wanted to be, with our family and our closest friends. When we did talk to our family and friends about what we were going through and feeling our pain was not resolved but these conversations reinforced our support system.  

Another aspect that has caused me to really think about is the expected nature of pregnancy for primarily females but also married couples. Yes, we have been together for 12 years, and will be married for 5 in July but even before we started down this long road we are often asked questions like, “when are you all going to have a kid,” or “when are you all gonna get one of those” (asker points to a baby). Deep down we know these questions are not meant to be invasive and are asked because people think we will be good parents but often those who ask these questions forget the personal nature of the question and are subconsciously / consciously operating on the assumption that parenting is the only life arch for a married couple and is the expectation for females; in both cases the assumptions and expectations are false.     

As for right now, the results and news is far too new and raw to make any decision about other options. There will be plenty of time to have these discussions and, just as we would have if we could have kids, we will navigate this new path together. Certainly it will take some time but we know this situation will prove to only make us stronger as a couple. This proof was never more evident than when the doctor asked us, “What is your plan B?” and I replied, “Doc, our plan B has always been plan A, to love each other unconditionally. So there really isn’t a need for a plan B.”






Thursday, May 7, 2015

I'm Not Sweet


 “But in fact God has placed the parts in the body, every one of them, just as he wanted them to be.  If they were all one part, where would the body be?  As it is, there are many parts, but one body.” – 1 Corinthians 12:18-20

For a long time now, I’ve wanted to be sweet.  I want to be one of those sugary, Southern girls, who says all the right things, who makes everyone feel welcome, who can only be described as “precious.”  As in “She is just so precious.  I love her.”  That kind of thing.  I want to become the old lady that everyone adores – the one who brews tea and is welcoming and hospitable and just so sweet.

I want to be that woman, but I’m just not.  And my best friends were probably about to die laughing as they read that first paragraph because they know as well as I do that I’m a far cry from “sweet.”  And I get it honestly.  My mom and both my grandmothers would certainly not be called sweet, either.  I come from a line of women who are loud and energetic and a little bit bossy.  Women who are strong and independent and opinionated and maybe a little too honest.  Women who are sometimes tactful and sometimes not.  Women who are sometimes a little hotheaded and quick tempered.  This is me.  I’m all these things. 

But, like the women I love, I’m also passionate and sincere.  I’m loyal and forgiving.  I usually give the benefit of the doubt, and even when my temper races ahead of my rational thought, I’m quick to “let it go.”  I love wildly and maybe a little messy but I love well, and I love much.  And I desperately want to “get it right.”  I want to get life right. I want to be the woman God created me to be.  And I’ve been trying for the past few years to be sweet because I thought God wanted sweet girls.  The meek, mild, quiet, precious women – I thought those were his favorites.  And I’ve felt guilty when I’m not sweet.  I’ve felt guilty, basically, for being me.

And then, this morning, I thought about Abigail and Rahab and Sarah and Deborah.  I don’t think any of them were especially sweet either – but look how they were used.  In fact, in them, I see some of my own characteristics used positively.  I also think about Peter.  Man, I love Peter.  He didn’t often get it right and his mouth got away from him in crucial moments – see the Transfiguration.  But he was the rock on whom Jesus built the church.  Not sweet, loyal John.  Messy, impulsive, chatty Peter was The Rock

You know what I think God was telling me this morning?  I think he was saying he doesn’t want me to be sweet.  He wants me to be me.  There is a place for my personality, and the truth is that when molded well, the rough edges have a place, too.  I look at my group of close friends, and I see in them how beautifully personalities come together to make the church.  When I want a good dose of honesty, I call Rebecca.  When I want to analyze, I call Emily.  When I need encouragement, Marianne or Sara are my “go tos.”  When I need a fun distraction from a worry, Ashley is the perfect companion, and for practical advice or help brainstorming, Laura is my first call.  These girls are all so different, but God uses them uniquely to bless me.  Only a few of them would probably qualify as “sweet,” and I’m so glad for that because we would be missing something special if everyone fell into that category.

Too often, I have spent time wishing I was like someone else and had different characteristics, and the truth is that I think my time would be better spent figuring out how to use my personality and the unique gifts I’ve been given to bless others.  And I think that as God molds me and convicts me, I should recognize that he isn’t trying to make me sweet.  He is just trying to focus my personality traits to be used by him.  His molding doesn’t mean that I have to sacrifice my strong will and outspokenness and honesty, it just means that I should learn to live so that those traits bring honor to God and build others up.  And it is probably time to simply embrace the fact that I’ll never be called “sweet” and be thankful for the adjectives that do apply to me instead.

I might not be sweet...but we still have fun :)

Wednesday, April 22, 2015

What I've learned in 12 Months of Motherhood...


I did this same post at 8 weeks and at 6 months, and now I cannot believe Daniel is almost one year old.  What a crazy, wonderful year this has been.  Becoming a mother has totally changed my life, and here are some things I’ve learned:

1. I’ve learned the capacity of which I’m able to love.  Loving Daniel is by far the easiest thing I’ve ever done in my life.  I would absolutely do anything for him, and I totally adore him.  Loving him this year has taught me so much about how our Father in heaven loves us.

2. I’ve learned to admire my husband in completely new ways.  He is such a good dad, and Daniel is head over heels for Andy.  It is so fun to see their relationship develop and have a front row seat to it.  It has also been fun to become a family this year instead of just a couple.  I’ve loved building our own traditions and having special moments with just the three of us this year.

3. In the same vein as #2, I’ve learned how hard I have to fight for my marriage.  Our first year of marriage was a year of learning about communication and how to connect.  Our second year was pretty much smooth sailing, but this third year has been a challenge.  We’ve learned that we have different views of family, and different expectations for what ours would look like.  It is crazy how building your own family can show you differences like that.  So, we’ve had to learn a good amount about compromise this year.  We also have a child who did not sleep through the night until he was ten months old (and didn’t do it consistently until 11 months), so we’ve dealt with becoming parents, moving to a new place, and taking new jobs in a fog of sleep deprivation.  It has not been an easy adjustment, and we are still adjusting.  But through all of that, I’ve learned that I REALLY WANT to be married to Andy Speight.  There is absolutely no one else I want to do life with.  I’ve learned a lot about his patience and the grace he is able to give me in my worst moments, and I’ve fallen more in love with him because of it.  I’ve learned the importance of date nights and connecting with one another even when we’re tired.  Even when the babysitter costs a lot.  Even when I worry about leaving my little man in the care of another.  Because I’ve learned that I’m a better mom when my marriage is strong, so every day, Andy is worth fighting for. 

4. I’ve learned that I can function on a whole lot less sleep than I thought I needed.  I think it is a super power moms have.  I’ve also learned that it is possible to “fight” with my husband at 3:00am because somehow he is sleeping through the baby’s hour long cry session while I lie away debating about whether I should go in and get him.  I put “fight” in quotations because I’m pretty sure Andy definitely doesn’t remember me ranting at him in the few moments he opened his eyes, muttered “Is that Daniel crying?” and then went right back to sleep.  How are dads able to sleep like that???

5. I’ve learned that I really don’t need new clothes.  Give me an extra $40, and I’ll spend it on cute things for Daniel.  New clothes?  My old stuff is fine as long as he looks cute.

6. I’ve learned that it really is impossible to keep a clean house – especially when you stay in it all day long.  Currently, there are toys all over my living room, leaves and dirt by the back door, and dried applesauce, oatmeal, juice, and some sort of prune concoction on my kitchen floor.  I could pick up and mop (and trust me, I will), but everything will look exactly the same after breakfast tomorrow.  I’ve learned to be ok having guests over in the midst of my mess.  Because, truly, if I wasn’t ok with it, we’d never have people visit.

7. I’ve learned that it is truly mind blowing the amount of things a baby is able to put in his mouth throughout the day.  We can hardly go to the park because he spends almost the whole time eating mulch – while I spend the whole time taking it out of his mouth so he won’t choke.  These are some noteworthy things that have gone in his mouth but fortunately not been swallowed: the leaves off my hostas, a stinkbug,  new tampons, Andy’s socks, and my very expensive, uninsured wedding ring that he was somehow able to get off the bathroom counter (hello early walker!).  Today, I had to call poison control for the first time when he ate my deodorant.  I’ve learned, also, that poison control may need to be a number I have stored in my phone.

8. The weight does come off.  It has taken me almost a year to lose all of my baby weight, but it has FINALLY happened. I know some people lose it so easily and practically right way. I thought I'd be one of those people because weight was never a struggle for me before. I wasn't one of those people, so this year has been a bit frustrating in the area of body image.  But it does come off.  Unfortunately, I've also learned that even though I weigh the same as I did before Daniel, and in some ways am in much better shape than I was before him, my body just does not look the same. And I'm pretty sure it never will again.  

9. Finally, I’ve learned that there is truly nothing better than being a mom.  It is the best role in the world.  Daniel brightens up everything about my days.  I am thankful beyond words that I get to be home with him every day and that I get to see him discover the world.  It has been one of the best years of my life, and for all the challenges, I wouldn’t trade a moment. 


Daniel Thomas, Happy Birthday sweet boy!  I’m so glad you are mine.

Wednesday, April 1, 2015

Then Satan Entered Judas

“Then Satan entered Judas.”  I read Luke 22 today, and this statement stuck with me.  “Then Satan entered Judas.”  It seems like your average transitional statement, but it changed the whole face of human history.  “Then Satan entered Judas.”

It made me sad when I read it.  It reminded me of myself.  At least 50 times this week, I think those same words could have been applied to me.  Then Satan entered Shannon.  Then Satan entered Shannon, and she spouted off that rude comment to her husband.  Then Satan entered Shannon, and she said the words she knew she shouldn’t about that certain someone.  Then Satan entered Shannon, and she refused to show grace.  Then Satan entered Shannon, and she refused to show kindness.  It could have been written about me.  I bet it could have been written about you too.

And here is the thing.  Those words always change things.  For Judas, the words meant he played the role in the crucifixion story that no one would ever want to play.  Because Satan entered Judas, he will live in infamy.  Hopefully, our choices won’t have as monumentally noticeable results, but when we walk away from righteousness, we will experience consequences.  We will experience fracture in our relationships and guilt in our hearts and missed opportunities for greatness.  Bad choices are not without consequence.  And there is sadness in that truth.

But like the story of Easter, there is also hope.  I love Luke 22:31-32 which comes only a few paragraphs down from the verse about Judas.  These versus are Jesus’ words addressed to Simon Peter and they say, “Simon, Simon, Satan has asked to sift all of you as wheat.  But I have prayed for you, Simon, that your faith may not fail.  And when you have turned back, strengthen your brothers.”

You see, Judas wasn’t the only one to turn away that first Easter weekend.  Peter denied knowing Christ in the hours leading to Pilate’s final decision.  Peter denied knowing Jesus not once but three times.  What I love is that Jesus describes Peter’s faith as unfailing.  He turned away, yes.  Essentially Satan won that battle.  Peter’s choices by the fireside on that dark Friday night didn’t honor God, just like our choices in the heat of battle don’t always honor our Lord.  But unlike Judas, Peter’s choices that night didn’t define him.  Peter is remembered as an amazing apostle – as the rock on whom Jesus would build his church.  Peter turned away, but he turned back and in turning back, his life brought strength to others.


Peter and Judas had such similar stories on that first Easter weekend, but where one story only exemplifies sadness and loss, the other story brings hope and expectation.  Judas’ choice prompted him to end his life.  Peter’s brought him running to the arms of Christ.  You see, it is what we do after failure that defines our story.  Because, while our missteps don’t come without a price, we serve a redeeming God.  A God who wasn’t stopped even by death.  There is nothing Jesus can’t redeem, and there is nothing we have done that will keep him from fulfilling his plan in our lives.  

Saturday, March 21, 2015

A Steadfast Mind

My kid woke up at 5:20 this morning.  5:20. Um…Daniel… can’t you tell it is still dark outside?  We don’t get up while it is still dark.  On a Saturday.  At 5:20.  Come on. 

At 6:00, he had spotted the bubbles I had hidden from him in the dining room and was screaming at the top of his little lungs for me to get them.  At 6:00.  Where is the coffee, again??  Before the sun was up, we were blowing bubbles in the living room.  Oh my sweet boy.

And this is just the beginning of our day.  I used to begin my day with my Bible, prayer journal, and a cup of coffee.  I used to have had a shower before I spoke to anyone in the morning.  My life used to have a very predictable, easy routine to it.  Now it doesn’t.  Now, I wake up to a little human alarm clock who is accompanied by a hurricane of energy and expects his mommy to be at full capacity with him.  I love it.  I do.  But things are different than they used to be.

 Order is harder to find.  My house is always a mess.  Let me say that again.  My house is ALWAYS  a mess.  It is unbelievable.  You’d think that given the fact that I’m home all day, I could at least keep the house together.  I can’t.  I won’t even go into all the reasons I can’t.  I just can’t do it.  And, if you have ready ANY of my blogs, you know that when my house is a mess, I feel like a mess.  It has that weird, very unsettling effect on me.

My schedule is also a mess.  Sometimes Daniel takes the naps he is supposed to take.  Sometimes he doesn’t.  The entire tone of our day often feels like it is directly connected to that nap schedule.  Stay at home moms will know what I mean. 

And here is the other thing.  I’m not just a stay at home mom.  I’m a working mom.  I took a job that requires 15-20 hours of work a week from home.  Oh it seems so laughable.  Working from home.  Let me tell you the secret about working from home with kids.  It means sneaking in a few moments here and there while my kid runs around the living room like a crazy man – often without any pants on.  What happened to his pants?  I don’t know.  I don’t really care.  As long as he will occupy himself for 5 MORE MINUTES so I can grade that one last paper.  It means finally sitting down to do some focused work at nap time only to have him sit up in the crib and giggle because he is not sleeping, and somehow he KNEW I needed him to.  So working at home actually means doing the 15-20 hours after he is in bed for the night.  Which means very late bedtimes for mama.  And did I mention he gets up at 5:20??

This is a season of life where my world is unorganized and chaotic.  It is a season where quality time with my husband is hard to find, and we have to work hard to carve out the moments we do get.  It is a life with a very long “to do” list, and a time when I need the Lord desperately, and also a time when it is so hard to meet with him.  And I’m ALWAYS tired.  Hear that again…always so tired.

And what I’ve noticed lately is that I spend a lot of time trying to figure everything out – trying to make time for all the things I need to do and some of the things I simply want to do.  I thrive on organization and planning, so I find myself almost obsessively thinking about upcoming events or my “to do” list and planning it in my mind to the point that I miss enjoying the present.  And the truth is that I currently have a life that is very hard to predict and plan, so all that worrying is useless anyway.
This week, I came across a scripture that has helped me refocus.  It is Isaiah 26:3.  It says “You will keep in perfect peace those whose minds are steadfast because they trust in you.”  I have tried to meditate on this verse this week, and I keep wondering about the words in it and what they mean in the original Hebrew text.  So, this morning, while both my guys were sleeping (thank goodness for morning naps!!), I pulled out my concordance and did some research.

Steadfast is the Hebrew word “samak” – it means to lay, lean, or rest.  I love this imagery.  The idea of resting my mind.  I picture leaning into the Lord – knowing he can handle my doubts and fears and worries and long to do lists, and simply letting my mind rest on him.  It is hard for me to do this, but I know that when I allow the Lord to take control of my thoughts, I find the rest of the verse to be true.

Perfect peace is the Hebrew word “salown,” and it means completeness, soundness, peace.  I love the idea of completeness.  I admit that all my worry and craziness leaves me empty.  I think I’m seeing more and more that it is only when I let my mind rest in the Lord, that I feel peaceful rest in my soul.  My life is just too crazy for me to find that kind of rest on my own.

Trust is the Hebrew word “batach,” which means bold, careless, confident, secure.  I love the picture of this power that comes from a steadfast mind.  Resting our minds in the Lord and accepting his peace results in a bold, careless, confident trust.  I don’t know about you, but I rarely feel careless.  And, oh, how I want to feel that way.  I want desperately not to “sweat the small stuff” and have the confidence that everything will work out fine so that I can enjoy the present.  And, again, the truth is that only focusing my thoughts on the Lord will help me find that kind of trust.

It isn’t easy.  I won’t lie.  I can’t name the amount of times I have said this verse to myself this week.  Over and over and over.  When my sweet child is having a mini tantrum.  When I get an email that pushes just the right buttons.  When my kitchen looks like a bomb went off in it.  When I realize I have 47 papers to grade before the next day.  When that conference call I rearranged my entire schedule to make isn’t answered.  In all of those times there is a temptation to let my thoughts get away.  To let my peace escape.  To send my trust flying out of the window.  But the truth is that I’m only truly happy when I’m focused on the Lord – when I allow myself some rest in who he is, and when I let myself remember that he is bigger than any problem or worry I am facing.  He is big enough for me. 

And in the moments I remember who is God and who I am in light of that truth, I can blow bubbles in the living room.  I can blow bubbles in the living room at 6:00 am without coffee and enjoy every single moment.


Thursday, March 5, 2015

Life Changing Love

Note: I am falling behind in writing lately, and when I logged in, I noticed my last post - I would definitely say "love" is a concept God has been talking to me about lately!! Obviously, I need a lot of instruction to get it right.

I went to a baby shower last night for one of my best friends in Charlotte, Jacquie.  I have not seen her since she has been pregnant, and now she is only a month from her due date.  She is adorable!!  All baby and seriously glowing with happiness.  It was such a joy to celebrate with her and anticipate the coming of her new baby girl.  Jacquie is not my only friend expecting a baby this spring.  My roommate of 4 years from college, Ashley, is welcoming a baby girl in May, and my sweet nephew will be born to my brother, JT and his wife, Gracey, in April. 

I look at these beautiful pregnant ladies, and it seems crazy to me that a year ago, I was in their shoes.  I was so close to my due date and filled with all the emotions that brings – anticipation, excitement, nervousness, a little fear!  What a wild ride this year has been.  On the way home, I had over an hour in the car to think about how my world has changed in such a short amount of time, and I think more than anything about this past year, learning about love has been the most wonderful blessing I’ve experienced.  A mother’s love is truly a feeling unlike any other.  With all the other people I love in my life, I have some expectations for them.  To some degree, my love is probably conditional.  My feelings for them ebb and flow based on where we are in our relationship.  I think that is ok.  Learning that love is often a choice more than a feeling, is a blessing in these other relationships I have.

But with Daniel it is different.  I love him simply because he is mine.  My love for him has nothing to do with what he does or doesn’t do.  In some milestones, he is more advanced.  In others, he is slower.  And I don’t care.  I rejoice in who he is.   I am proud of the small things he does – like learning to clap – and because of my love, I am patient with the places where he is learning.  I honestly can’t think of anything he could do to make me stop loving him.
I think that the Lord has used my first steps of motherhood to teach me about how he sees me.  I am a doer.  I am a people pleaser.  I want to be liked.  This is who I am.  I think I have viewed my relationship with the Lord so similarly to how I view my relationship with other people.  I have felt like I have to do certain things to be a “good” Christian and be in God’s favor.  In my head, I know he loves me no matter what, but I think I felt like the degree to which he liked me was determined by what I was doing or not doing. 

Recently, I have been having a hard time keeping up with my quiet times.  I have also not really looked forward to going to church, and I’ve become increasingly aware of some perpetual areas of sin in my life.  The combination has made me feel overwhelmed and just like a huge failure as a Christian.  It has been hard to see the good in myself and imagine how the Lord might ever be able to use me.  I know that may seem dramatic, but if you knew my heart, I think you’d understand.  My heart has just been looking ugly.

But gradually, as I’ve learned more about love, I’ve heard the Lord quietly whispering, “I love you. I love you because you are mine. You are not a failure.”  Last night, as I drove home, the Lord brought this verse from Zephaniah to my mind: “The LORD your God is with you, the Mighty Warrior who saves. He will take great delight in you; in his love he will no longer rebuke you, but will rejoice over you with singing.”  This verse sounds like how I love Daniel.  I take great delight in him.  No matter what our day has been like, I can rejoice over him.  He is beyond special to me, and there is nothing he has to do to earn my love.

I think this is God’s message for us.  No matter where we have been.  No matter how ugly we see our hearts.  No matter what terrible thing we have done or are doing.  He is our daddy.  He rejoices in us.  He takes great delight in us.  I think what I’m really learning about God (not just in my head – but in my heart) is that he is not keeping a record of what we are doing right and what we are doing wrong.  He is not a teacher – which is how I think I’ve always seen him.  I think I’ve seen him evaluating me – accepting my improvements and ready to work on my short comings.  But that is wrong.  That is not how God sees me.  God sees me like I see my son (and to an even greater extent as he is a perfect parent).  He sees me through a lens of love.  And that changes everything.


“Rend your heart and not your garments.  Return to the Lord your God, for he is gracious and compassionate, slow to anger and abounding in love, and he relents from sending calamity.” – Joel 2:13