Sunday, May 27, 2012

Looking UP


My facebook status on Friday was "life is looking up"
and I was referring to the upcoming interview opportunity...

but in a deeper way, life IS looking UP...

 relinquishing control
trusting
noticing the daily blessings
looking for beauty
resisting the downward spiraling pull of stress
finding joy in ordinary interactions
Hope returning
evidence of answered prayer

hurt healing
leaning into strength greater than my own
looking up
feeling peace
embracing Hope

Looking UP....

Sunday, May 20, 2012

The Right Shoes


Brittany has become my self-appointed fashion consultant...
determined that I will have the right look
to help me secure a new position at an interview...
The dress has been ordered
we purchased the shoes (no "kitten heels")
and she just texted me that she found a perfect blazer to complete the outfit!

Having her home and taking on this role
gives me a definite boost!

Waiting is difficult
confidence fragile, but growing stronger...

when the call comes
and the time is here
I will be ready...

and wearing the "right" shoes!

Tuesday, May 8, 2012

Strong Enough?


Matthew West's song "Strong Enough" is what I wake up to nearly every morning...
a reminder that I must really need
because it couldn't just be coincidence

"I can do all things through Christ who gives me strength...
I don't have to be strong enough..."

Daily, hourly, moment by moment,
 I consciously give up control and lean into His strength



Wednesday, April 18, 2012

Lost Voice

I've lost my voice

literally, and metaphorically

my inherent buoyant spirit peeks through
yet my voice is missing


I've been challenged to think outside the box of k-12 education
to not just seek another "round hole"
to turn the tide of events into something positive and exciting

perhaps that is the purpose in these days with no voice
I am not able to talk
I have no choice but to listen...

Saturday, April 14, 2012

The Pink Slip Emotions


The official letter was not a surprise
and all hope of it being rescinded was dashed this past Wednesday.

I'm struggling with varied emotions...
I've given in to storms of tears...
the surreal feeling that this was all just a bad dream, 
that I don't really have to be writing a cover letter, and answer questions.
When I was hired in Evansville in February of 2008
it was my dream job...a perfect combination of general and instrumental music teaching.
I was impressed by the longevity of teachers in the district, 
and truly felt that I would be there until I retired...
UNLESS I CHOSE TO LEAVE

That probably sums it up....this change is not my choice

How NOT to take this personally, even as I know it has no reflection on my teaching...
hard to think about "selling myself" when my confidence is at an all time LOW
and worries creep in...what if?...

yet blessings have come from changes that were not my choice
and I do believe God has a plan.
 I remind myself to take one step at a time
and trust...

Saturday, April 7, 2012

The Day In Between


Years ago a wise friend introduced me to the concept of "the day in between"...
The incredible sacrifice and sorrow on Good Friday...yesterday
Not yet the overwhelming joy of Easter...tomorrow


time to reflect
to remember
to be thankful
to wrap my mind around the truth that no nails were needed on the cross...
His great love would have held Him there

the day in between
look ahead with hope

Friday, April 6, 2012

Rollercoaster


Expedition Everest is my favorite rollercoaster ride in Walt Disney World. When Tom and I were there in December the wait was unbelievably short and we rode it 5 times...getting off, going to the entrance and right back on...and I loved it!  But after the 5th time I was so dizzy and said "I need to stop!"


My life feels like I've come to the end of the track... and then I'm thrown backwards, one curve after another after another...I am overcome with the dizziness...I need to stop...but the rollercoaster keeps speeding along... and I hold on so tightly, trying not to lose faith and what is important...

Out of control...yet somehow I'm held.


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