Tuesday, April 28, 2009

We are writing research papers in sixth grade.

ARRRGGGGGHHHHHHHH!!!

I think it's harder for me than it is for them. Actually, they're doing okay. But here are some of the comments and questions I've heard lately:

"Miss Casey, I've looked through this entire book and it doesn't have any information." (The book is focused entirely on that student's particular topic and is written for kids.)

"Miss Casey, why can't I use the word "I" in my paper? And why can't I end it with "The End"?

"Two pages is so much to write!"

This is the point where I remember that they are 12. Maybe I need to give them a bit of a break. But I also get frustrated because I know they are capable of so much more than they want to reach for. They're lazy. They love their iPods, texting, and Facebook. Good grief.

But I am lazy too. Spiritually, I see it the most lately. If the Word of God is so important to me, why don't I make it a time priority?

Just musing. We have testing next week, and then two weeks of school, and we are finished!

Monday, April 20, 2009

Jesus

My heart is fairly singing today.

Maybe it's because I'm taking a PERSONAL DAY from school (woo-hoo, those have got to be two of the best words for teachers everywhere).

Or maybe it's because the sun is finally shining after two days of steady, pelting rain.

Maybe because my sister's coming over soon to do laundry and that means niece and nephew time!

Maybe because Aaron bought me a one-hour massage today! What a sweet fiancee. It's just one of the out-of-the-world things he's done lately. Another one being that he's been so incredibly patient with me as my new birth-control has sent my emotions on the nastiest roller coaster ever.

All these things are so good...

but best is Jesus. Whom I got to spend extra time with this morning in lieu of frantically rushing around to leave for school, wondering if I have time to blow-dry my hair and where is that stack of papers I graded last night??!? Oh the beauty and joy of an unrushed morning, sitting with a pillow behind me and my Bible spread before me, and the strong cup of joe on the nightstand beside.

Jesus is so good to us. It's good for us to let our questions and strivings fall silenced, to shut our mouths and listen to Him. Isaiah 42:16 is such a wonderful promise--that He will lead the blind along ways they have not known. I feel like I've been "blind" in a lot of ways lately. Letting worry choke out faith, stressing about silly wedding details that don't matter, choosing to live continual impatience in daily interactions with my family.
And then when the rare moment of silence comes (this morning!), I feel overwhelmed. How do I make my way back to Jesus? Well, I don't make my way in anything. I depend on Him to come and meet me. I trust Him when He promises that my blindness and deafness are not too great for Him to overcome.

So I'm singing today! It's a good day to worship our King!

Thursday, April 16, 2009

Thoughts

My kids are in art class, and I am doing a hundred and one things. Writing the weekly newsletter, grading, thinking about the service project I just found out I'm in charge of, and thinking about how I'm not good at keeping in touch anymore. Maybe I was never good. I don't know. Being a teacher makes me 100 jajillion times worse. Please, friends far and near, know that I love you. I stink at calling people back. And emailing them back. Honestly, sometimes I'm so busy that I don't even realize I might not be connecting with people. Does anyone else feel this way?

I'm also listening to this song by Bethany Dillon, which just may be my favorite song. It's so, so beautiful. I found it when I got back from India, and it hit me in a place so hidden I barely even knew it existed. It's such a poignant picture of who God is. When I got back from Kolkata, there were days I felt like God was on the opposing side. Pretty pompous of me. Sort of Job-esque. But this song jolted me back to truth--that GOD IS ON OUR SIDE. He didn't have to come. He didn't have to die. In the middle of all the shocking, heart-stopping pain of the world, He came. He entered into our existence. If you have not heard this song, please go to Bethany's myspace page and listen to it. For free! http://myspace.com/bethanydillonmusic

I feel sick after reading cnn.com. I try to go every few days, but I always leave with dread in my pit. There's an old song by Waterdeep that says, "Sometimes, God, I feel like I’m living in a bone grinding mill/And every time I hear the sound I can barely stand still/It’s a thing I can’t quite make out sometimes but it seems to keep getting louder."

An image came to mind the other day after reading the news. Frodo of Tolkien fame, looking into the ball. The evil eye blazing back, shaking him so deeply that he falls to the floor. Somedays, the world just feels so heavy. You know?

Maybe that's why I'm listening to Bethany Dillon. You know, the triumphs of the Kingdom--the daily, hourly sowing of the Gospel--don't make the news. The bone-grinding mill isn't the only story.

Here's the song. Peace out.

The orphan clings to Your hand
Singing the song of how he was found
The widow rejoices
For her oppressors are silenced now

You sit at the table with the wounded and the poor
You laugh and share stories with the thief and the whore
When You could just be silent and leave us here to die
Still, You sent Your Son for us
You are on our side

The runaway falls at Your feet
You are what he has searched for
The rich man is broken
When he stands beneath a sky full of stars

You sit at the table with the wounded and the poor
You laugh and share stories with the thief and the whore
When You could just be silent and leave us here to die
Still, You sent Your Son for us
You are on our side

Still, You sent Your Son for us
You are on our side
Still, You sent Your Son for us
You are on our side

Tuesday, April 14, 2009

Welcome to the world

Little guy Andrew Luke came to us Easter evening.
So precious.
So little. 7 lbs, 11 oz.
So wanted.
We've been waiting for you, baby Drew.

Here are a few pics.



Rachel is doing great. She's such a woman--had the baby at home without any pain medication. Just one steely will and a great husband and coach. Big sister Abby is adjusting. It's hard to tell what's really going on in her mind.

It's glorious to be an aunt times two.