Thankful Thoughts

About an hour ago, I returned home from my church’s Thanksgiving dinner. As we do each year, Pastor Mike gave people time to stand (or sit) and say a word of thanksgiving. I pondered standing several times, but my sentimental heart kept me from doing so.

There was a time many moons ago that I would chuckle (with my father) at how easily Mother would tear up during television shows. Alas, what goes around, comes around. Now, I’m the one that tears up during television shows. I’m the one who literally sheds tears like a waterfall when writing a letter to my state representative about public education. I’m the one who gets choked up when my grown third graders write sweet posts about their time in my classroom.

So, as I sit here watching a Christmas movie (the same one I watched last night) on Lifetime with two felines sprawled out on my throw-covered legs, I told myself to type out all that I thought of sharing this evening.

First, I’m thankful for my Sunday School class knowns as the M&Ms. I even wore my M&M shirt this evening. M&M stands for “Mary and Martha”, as we tend to be mixtures of the two. My Martha heart serves as greeter, leads in DiscipleTown, and sings on Praise Team while my Mary heart sits thankfully at the feet of my Savior thanking Him for my salvation.

From there, I was reminded of the Hamby family and the Kimmer crew. Pastor Mike and Pastor JC serve us earnestly by serving Him faithfully. As I hung out with sweet girls in DiscipleTown this morning, I wondered which fruit of the Spirit was the focus of today’s sermon. Each week of this series, I’ve went away challenged by Pastor Mike’s words to bear more fruit in my daily walk. Last week’s focus on patience repeated itself in my mind throughout the week. As much as I enjoy teaching His word to kiddos in DiscipleTown, I miss the sermon when I’m gone. JC blends hymns and contemporary praise as he guides us through the gospel in song. So much thought goes into the songs selected. Whether the songs are faithful hymns of my past, challenging messages set to contemporary melodies, or a whole new tune & lyric to learn…they bring me to worship at the feet the One who calls me daughter.

As I sat with friends at a table in the fellowship hall, I realized how much my church family is family. Some of the people I worship with have known me for (gulp) forty years. Some have known me for less than a year. Whether they’re “old family” or “new family”, I’m thankful that my church family is my family. On Tuesday, I shared lunch at Gallery 115 with a newer church member. The two of us shared stories of life, lots of laughter (with a few puns because…we are punny, punny girls), as well as some sorrow. Our lunch lasted three hours. You can only do that with people about whom you genuinely care. Today, due to the church dinner being scheduled and sick grandkids of friends, there were only 2 M&Ms at lunch. My friend and I sat in the corner of Empress sharing about family and life happenings. Yes, my church family is my family.

Of course, there are plenty of other things and people I could’ve mentioned which involve the rest of the world outside of CBC. Yet, in the setting of our church sanctuary, I was overwhelmed by how much that place and that group of people mean to me. I’m happy to serve with them, I’m thankful to grow with them, and I am gratefulto be a part of them.

Thank you, God, for leading my own family to that church forty years ago and for using it to minister to me and challenge me to minister to others. I am blessed.

Just Words

Have you ever had one of those days? Things are going great, but then…. Someone says something or writes something to you that tries to steal your joy. Yep, that’s my day. All of the WONDERFUL parts of my day, filled with blessings too numerable to name, were tarnished by a-not-too-respectful correspondence.

I had a choice to make. Do I let it achieve its goal of bullying me into submission or do I shake it off (Yes, Taylor Swift’s song started playing in my head when I typed that. It’s how I’m wired.)? I read and reread. I pondered. I tried to move past it, but those condemning words kept repeating like I hit “loop” on YouTube.

Then, I had an epiphany! Or…God brought His words to my heart to change my perspective.

blog words I was reminded that I should accept the words as they were intended. An opinion was expressed. The tone of the words let me know what heart that came from, and knowing that realization by mindset changed.

Instead of thinking hateful thoughts about the owner of the words, I prayed for the person. I prayed that peace, joy, and love would touch their heart by some means. I also prayed that when further interactions transpire that I would reflect a heart guided by His grace and mercy rather than tarnished by frustration and hurt feelings.

Then, as I finished my prayer and was prompted to write this, other words came to mind. The words of a child. Not just any child but a child who has struggled with some choices. Today, as the two of us worked, he shared how his favorite time of day is coming to school and his saddest part of the day is when he leaves. Then, he added, “The worst part is Friday when I have to leave for two days because I just really like being in your class.”

Words. Just words? I think not. Words are powerful things. I always hated this old cliche about words because it’s absolutely false. blog words2

Let’s be honest. Words hurt. But words also encourage. They inspire. They teach. They entertain. They make someone’s day. They challenge. They praise.

What do your words do? Do a heart & speech check because one affects the other. And….in the words of Cowboy Bob, “If you can’t say anything nice, don’t say anything at all.” Or at least….think about how you can express your message a bit more respectfully.

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A Human Barometer

I roused awake at 4:40. Seems my internal clock didn’t realize it was Sunday, and I realized I had a dull headache. I immediately went from “Ugh, I hate headaches” to “Thank you, Lord, for autumn.” I dozed back to sleep and got up at 6:30 to bake a corn cake for the Jubilee Celebration Meal.

As I mixed up the batter, my head contined to be irked by the pain of a weather-change-headache, but I refused to let it win.

Off to Calvary to run through the music with the praise team.

Oh, how I love to sing His praises, so I refused to let my headache steal my joy. However, I admit singing with your heart often makes a headache worse. Yet, the pain doesn’t generally hit until the song ends. Alas, I kept singing because the truths of the lyrics were so true and worthy of being brought to His throne.

Off to my Sunday School class to share prayer concerns and praises. As we began our study on First Kings, I had the joy of reading aloud part of the chapter one. I LOVE reading aloud, so I was thankfull to be able to read part of the chapter before exiting to greet worshipers. As I took my post at the welcome center, I thought, “You really should’ve taken something for this headache because you know it’s not going away.” However, those thoughts were pushed aside by fellowship with friends prior to the beginning of worship.

Then, I took my post on the platform to begin helping Pastor JC in the leading of worship. I offered a prayer of thanksgiving that today my allergy attack was a headache with just an occassional voice crack rather than a hacking cough or bristled voice.

The singing commenced. Members were recognized for years of commitment as I stayed standing until “Over 40 years” was announced. When it was time for the offering, the praise team sang a song that I’m not sure I knew prior to our Wednesday practice. Yet, each time I listened and sang it since then it would stir my heart to worship and thanksgiving. JC had suggested we each sing a verse if we felt comfortable, so I jumped on the second verse as it was the one that brought tears to my eyes while singing it at home. The song is “Loving My Jesus” by Casting Crowns, so my verse was…

Sin tries to make you hide
Whispers that same old lie
Keep all your pain inside
‘Cause no one will understand
The last thing this lost world needs
Is someone I’m trying to be
Truth that has set me free
Is that I’m just a broken man

Pastor Mike’s message was on being generous using the passage 2 Corinthians 9:6-15, and it reminded me how being generous wasn’t just something that happens. We’re called to be intentional in blessing others with not only our finances but also our time and talents.

After the service ended, we were going to gather in the fellowship hall to enjoy the Jubilee meal. Before doing so, my brother-in-law went out to his truck just to get me some ibuprofen to try and calm the headache which had grown from its dull ache to a throbbing pain. Yet, I refused to let it win.

As I went through the buffet line, a mother of a small child was trying to work salad tongs, which had closed, with a toddler on her right side and the tongs in her left hand. Suddenly, the lock fell and salad shot across the table right onto my black flowered dress. Oh how I laughed! Those who know me will understand that I don’t mean a little chuckle…I laugh like I sing…with full gusto. This guffaw of joy was like a hammer against my temples.

My plate and I made our way to a table. Delicious! The meal was quite tasty. I sat looking at my friend Patti who does so much for our church, She coordinated the meal and never did sit down to eat. In fact, as I was packing up my practically-empty corn cake pan, she was using the scraps in the pans as her meal. You see she served us the entire meal and had not gotten a plate of food. As I was getting ready to leave, she said, “If you give me a minute, I can wash that pan right up for you.” Um, no. She had worked preparing before today and worked throughout the two hours prior to the meal. I was fully capable of washing my pan. [It’s currently soaking.]

Home from church. Dress clothes changed into my robe. Dishes soaking in the sink. Felines fed. Me? I was getting ready for a Sunday afternoon nap in hopes of it fading my headache. Alas, I knew I couldn’t sleep until I wrote the words in my head and heart.

You see, my allergies make me a human barometer. It’s easy to let them have authority over my itenerary. However, the joy of singing His praise, worshiping with my church familly, and celebrating His goodness with our Jubilee meal were far more important than resting my headache away.

So, the good, the bad, and the ugly of allergies won’t steal my joy, but it may steal my afternoon and give me great excuse for a nap!

Hats, Hats, Hats.

First, I don’t wear hats. Well, on “Hat Day” I do….or a birthday party, if asked. My fluffy hair tends to frown at a hat, but today….I wore several figurative hats.

I started the day at Frisch’s eating breakfast with my parents and some friends. Daughter & Friend Hats.

Then, I was off to my church because we were hosting a Health Fair for our community.
Church Member & Citizen Hats.

While there, I visited with the grandma of one of my students and sold a set of all 7 of my books to a friend. Then, I had the joy of holding a cute baby while his mama signed some papers and took care of some other duties.
Teacher, Author, & Friend Hats.

From there, I journeyed to the home of the parents of one of my high school classmates. They were purchasing my three latest books. While there, we visited about our families as we’ve known each other for over 30 years. Plus, one of their grandsons had been my third grader several years ago.
Author, Friend, & Teacher Hats

After leaving their house, I drove downtown to deliver another set of books to a friend who was purchasing them for her granddaughters. When my friend had time, she invited me to the back of the building to be introduced to two of her granddaughters as an author who teaches. (Generally, I’m the teacher who writes, so this introduction made me smile.)
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Then, Hanover beckoned, and I traveled west to Hanover Park for “Celebrate Hanover” where one of my girls came running up to give me a hug. I then visited a few minutes with her mother after she introduced me to her baby brother.
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Finally, I stopped by the store to grab some corn to make a corn cake for tomorrow’s Jubilee Dinner.
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Now, as I try to force myself to go finish the sink of dishes then take a shower, I have a cat curled up on my lap. Before this, I signed thirteen books to deliver tomorrow while the other cat was checking out my ink pen.
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Hats! I often talk about how I’m “Miss Jodi” at church but “Ms. Pflaumer” at school. Now, I’m also “Jodi Lea Pflaumer” the author. In the end, it’s all me…I am she. At different parts of my day or week there are aspects of her personality that overshadow the other, but it’s all me. I am who I am because of the One who created me, gave me talents and abilities to do various things, and molded me in my mother’s womb. I’m learning to accept the “she” I am. She may not be everything I thought she’d be, but I’ve learned to love her….cause He loved her first and He loves her (me) best.

So, who are you? But more importantly….whose are you?

Love or Fear? Which Will Win?

I’m currently battling feline-death-paranoia. at3 Honestly, it’s not a medical diagnosis or a mental diagnosis, but it’s my personal realization that having both Jasper and HillTopper pass so quickly has created a huge fear that it could happen again.

What does this mean? It means that I often disrupt RockyTop & BlackTop while they nap IF I can’t see their body moving with their breathing. First, I gaze at them, then…I’ll yell their name until I get a movement from their body. No wonder they’re always wanting to nap! It doesn’t stop there. If I go a while without seeing one of them, I will find myself making a lap around the house until I find the (normally napping) cat who is ignoring my pleas for “here kitty kitty kitty” to come.

cat4 Today, as I realized Rocky was napping on my legs and Blackie could not be located, I got up and went on a lap. Fear and dread filled me as I turned the corner in the kitchen where I had found Topper last month. My heart leapt to my throat as I found Blackie laying in the same exact spot perpendicular to how Topper was found. Only Blackie’s taile was twitching this way and that. He looked at me as if saying, “I’m just taking a rest. This looked like a great spot. It’s halfway between my food bowl and litter box.”

Later as I went out to finish washing dishes, I again saw Rocky but Blackie was out of sight. Again, I went in search….All through the house I looked & called his name. Finally I found him laying parallel to the shoe rack in the dark bedroom. His dark fur makes him harder to locate in unlit rooms. He was laying with his paws outstretched and eyes opened. My heart sank. I yelled his name, and his tail switched and his meow sounded.

By this point, my heart rate was elevated, and I grasped cat2 how much my paranoia had developed into full-fledged-fear. This saddened me. I mean, I don’t like fear having a hold on me. During tornado warnings, I’m rarely phased. I pray for safety and prep my mattress. Why in the world am I allowing this fear to takeover? Then, it occurred to me. I’m a feline-loving-female. I have no children or spouse. My kittens are the ones who anxiously await my arrival in the evening or react when they hear my alarm go off. They’re the reason I opted to make tuna salad instead of a bowl of cereal for supper because I knew they’d get great joy from “tuna water”.

In the end, I realize it’s my love of my kittens that fuel my fear. But….it’s my love of the One who created me that can overcome it and give me peace.

He can overcome your fears too. However big or small. He cares about them all. He knows the number of hairs on your head, so He most certainly knows each worry on your heart. Place them at His feet and let Him give you a peace that surpasses understanding. It’s the PURRfect place for your fears….and mine as well.

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Love-Hate-Relationships!

As I sit here with the head of RockyTop on my ankle as he sleeps, I was thinking about my throbbing headache. It’s hard not to think about it when it’s so irritating. It occurred to me that I have a love-hate-relationship with my allergies.

How could I love them, you ask? Well, I love many of the things I’m allergic too. I love the beauty of nature, but alas…it’s nature that makes me sneeze. I love to see a freshly mowed lawn, but alas….the mowing of yards make me sneeze and my eyes water. Get it?

Then, I thought of my personal joke about being a human barometer. I tell friends and students that I can predict a weather change as it generally prompts a headache. I love a good storm, as long as it doesn’t knock out the electricity. I enjoy a cool rain, but the change from one type to another triggers a reaction.

This transitioned into thinking about my feline roomies. One is sleeping by my legs on my recliner, but the other sleeps in a chair by the kitchen windown. BlackTop just came home from two nights at the veterinarian and his lungs screamed all the way home. I kid you not he’s the loudest cat I’ve ever experienced inside the house. Sadly, he’s not meowed much since getting home. He’s either mad at me or still feeling the aftermath of his procedure. I hate the volume of his meow, but I’d gladly take it now over his feline body not feeling grand and his inability to convey what’s bothering him.

Thinking of my cats made me think of my quote about why I have them. You see, I hate cat hair on my clothes and cleaning kitty litter…or sweeping it up….or stepping on it. Alas, I hate field mice and droppings oh-so-much-more! So, I love cat hair and kitty litter in comparison to my disdain for mouse droppings!

All these ponderings lead me to my classroom. I started thinking about a few challenges I’m dealing with like lying and irresponsibility. Yet, even with my students who are most challenged with these two issue, I love them. I accept them and realize…we’re just not there YET.

In the end, as usually happens, all of this falls to the foot of the cross as it becomes an analogy of me to God. You see, I know with all my heart that He HATES when I sin. He doesn’t allow it in His perfect kingdom. Yet, He loves me. How much? He loved me so much that He sent His one & only Son to pay my debt…on the cross.

So…in the end, I am thankful for my allergies because they too can be used for my good & His glory.

Note: There was a delay in finishing today’s post because my post-surgery kitten needed a bit of cuddling to get his purr-motor restarted.

My Teacher’s Mug Runneth Over

As a student, I had a certain image of a teacher. I had the notion they were “off” all summer and walked into school the first day to teach…just like us.

I was clueless as to what teachers, especially elementary teachers, fit in quote do each year during the summer before the school year begins. I had no idea the amount of personal money and “free” time that elementary teachers devoted to preparing for students.

Guess what? Now I do. Personally, I was proud of myself this summer. Why? I left my school on June 4th after a not-so-helpful training day and didn’t reenter Room 302 until July 4. For some, this may seem odd to be proud of going in a month before school begins. However, in the past, I’ve been known to “take two weeks off” then start my room set-up as soon as the “all-clear” came from our custodians. I’ve learned that “all clear” means the floors are waxed and “stuff” is back inside.

So, on July 4th, my cleaning supplies, boxes of materials, [I pretty much pack up my room at the end of the year to force me to reorganize and get rid of stuff.] and I spent some quality hours together. I manipulated myself by telling myself if I “was ready enough” by July 15th, then I’d not return until August 6th.

Well, I was “ready enough”, but the lure of preparing pulled me back in on August 1st. Then, on Wednesday, August 7th, from 5pm-7pm I met almost all of my students and a family member or more. Then, August 8th, at 7:45…my 24th year in third grade kickstarted.

Granted, it’s only been four days, but what a wonderfully spectacular four days we’ve had. I’ve been dubbed “the best third grade teacher I’ve ever had” and “the most fun teacher” by one or more students. My fan club of my oral reading skills has grown. One student even told me his mom, who once worked in our building, would stop by my class in the hallway to enjoy my read alouds.

Some think once you’ve been teaching the same grad level for this long, you aren’t being challenged. However, I challenge myself each other to start something new, to change something that can be improved, and to ditch something unneeded.

Our superintendent challenged us to focus on building relationships in the midst of teaching our curriculum. Let’s face it, no one learns much from someone s/he doesn’t respect or someone that s/he thinks doesn’t care about him/her. That has spurred me to engage my third graders in more conversations about non-curriculum chats to get to know them. It’s made me laugh, smile, and at times get a little teary.

I also try to pull in a lot of choices for my kids to have a say in what we do or what they read (when possible). One of the ways I’m giving them choices this year is by letting them pick their morning greeting. Last year, it was a fist bump for all. This year, they choose.

I’ve learned an important bit of information. What’s that you ask? Well, my 49-year-old body isn’t prepared to dab first thing of the morning. The past few days, I’ve only dabbed once or twice. Today? I think I dabbed at least a half dozen times. Another half dozen are big fans of starting the day with a hug. I did have one taker on “do a little dance” which is great because it gives a teacher who loves to laugh the right to be goofy in the hallway!

Another new thing I’ve pulled in is a “monthly challenge” for my students. This month’s is easy as it’s a Me-Collage like Judy Moody does in her first book. Other months they’ll be challenged to read an author they’ve never read or a genre that they don’t think they’re fans of at this point. I told them that each challenge I give them will likewise be a challenge for me as well. For instance, I’m not a fan AT ALL of historical fiction and science fiction [Seriously, I started making myself watch Star Wars movies last year when a fellow teacher was a big fan.], but I told them I’ll “make” myself read one that month in case my tastes have changed.

I could go on, but I really just need to get to the whole reason I wanted to write this post to begin with and that is….my new year. I don’t know if it’s my new crop of kiddos, the new schedule for my grade level, or the fresh attitude for a fresh school year….but I feel so blessed with this new crop of kiddos. I know everyday won’t be a breeze, but attitude makes such big difference. I may have done this 23 years previously, but this 24th year has the making of one of my best years yet! And for that reason….as well as the other things above….My teacher’s mug is running over!

Marriage Thoughts from a Sincere Single…

I’ve realized this week how comfortable I’ve become at “being single”. Last week, my map app and I headed out to a student’s birthday party on a road I’d never been on in my memory. Then, on Sunday, we ventured out again to go to a house where I had been to with someone else driving. The map app was wrong, but I was able to figure it out. Then, on Thursday, I ventured to a funeral….solo. No family or friend meeting me there….I went and witness a sentimental funeral for a lady who was dearly loved, and I was able to give a big hug to a former student. Then today, I once again drove somewhere independently to attend a wedding…solo. At this point, I’ve done weddings, funerals, and dinners out by myself. The other challenge left would be….going to the movie. But really….why spend that much money when I can sit in a recliner with two cuddly felines on my lap a few months later? I mean…really.

Now, to get on target (I didn’t get much sleep last night…can you tell?), I attended one of the sweetest marriage cermonies that I can recall. The wedding was lovely, but the focus on the actual marriage was what stood out.

From the fact that the groom “went to get” the bride as scripture specifies…or the tradition of “hand-fasting” during the vows. Each aspect of the wedding was thought out for a purpose. Then, at one point, the one officiating the ceremony asked all who were married or had been married to stand up. He pointed to them as examples and as resources this sweet young couple could go to for encouragmeent and guidance.

Now, if you know me, you know I have plenty of thoughts on marriage, even if I’ve never been married. I’ve seen many of my friends and both of my sisters marry. Likewise, I’ve witnessed a sister and friends who have lost a spouse. I’ve also seen marriages “lose the glue” and not be able to reconnect before ending the union. Here’s what I’ve learned from my observations….

Laugh. Life is serious. There will be lots of big serious moments in your journey together, but never lose the laughter. Don’t let the hard times steal your joy of being together. Now, knowing this couple as briefly as I have, I am quite certain that laughter will be plenty.
Accept the sad times. Don’t run away from them or ignore them. Experience them. Lean on each other, lean on your families (these two are quite blessed in this area), and lean on your faith. In this world, you will have trouble, but take heart…He HAS overcome this world. He is the original promise keeper. The trouble will come, but be assured that He will walk through those storms with you.

There is a time for everything, and a seson for every activity under the heavens:
a time to be born and a time to die, a time to plant and a time to uproot,
a time to kill and a time to heal, a time to tear down and a time to build,
a time to weep and a time to laugh, a time to mourn and a time to dance… Ecclesiastes 3:1-4
Court each other. Several of the friends who have sadly ended their marriages tended to be the ones who quit “dating”. As much as you relished your time together while you were beginning your relationship, continue to do so. Even when little ones come, don’t lose each other by not setting apart special times for just the two of you. Now this couple will have plenty of aunts, uncles, and grandparents on which to call to watch future little tykes….but if that falls through, I know a teacher who makes funny voices who will be happy to be a pseudo-aunt.
Say “I love you”. Again, the couples I witnessed who didn’t make it….I can’t recall ever hearing those words come out of their mouths directed towards each other. Obviously, they may have said it in the privacy of their house, but say it….whether it’s just the two of you, with your families, or with friends. Say it.“Love is patient, love is kind. Love does not envy, is not boastful, is not arrogant, is not rude, is not self-seeking, is not irritable, and does not keep a record of wrongs. Love finds no joy in unrighteousness but rejoices in the truth. It bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things.Love never ends….When I was a child, I spoke like a child, I thought like a child, I reasoned like a child. When I became a man, I put aside childish things. For now we see only a reflection as in a mirror, but then face to face. Now I know in part, but then I will know fully, as I am fully known. Now these three remain: faith, hope, and love—but the greatest of these is love.”
I Corinthians 13:4-13
Finally, climb the triangle. Many moons ago, I was in college….think early 90s. In my Family Relationships class, I remember a picture lesson the professor drew on the board. At the top of the triangle was Christ and the bottom vertices were the bride and groom. She said, “This is where you begin in your marriage. Look closely and as each of you grow closer in your personal relationship with Christ…the closer you will also be growing to each other.” So, grow in your faith so that you will also grow in your love.

“Two are better than one because they have a good reward for their efforts. For if either falls, his companion can lift him up; but pity the one who falls without another to lift him up. Also, if two lie down together, they can keep warm; but how can one person alone keep warm? And if someone overpowers one person, two can resist him. A cord of three strands is not easily broken.” Ecclesiastes 4:9-12

That’s it. I mean, I’m single. Beyond these observations, I can’t really offer much. Learn to eat the favorite foods of your spouse even if it’s not your favorite now. Remember to celebrate anniversaries, events, and even little things. Oh, and if the glue starts discconnecting, seek help…whether the counseling comes from godly parents or Christian counselors….your love and life together is worth fighting for, so don’t give up….You’ve got each other and He’s got you both, so you can do this!

“And let us watch out for one another to provoke love and good works, not neglecting to gather together, as some are in the habit of doing, but encouraging each other, and all the more as you see the day approaching.” Hebrews 10: 24-25

Simple Smiles…

This morning, as I was paying for my eye exam, I received a simple smile prompted by kind words from the assistant. It triggered a remembrance of a quote a friend and colleague, Shannon Dattilo, posted yesterday on Facebook. beecher quote

The quote became lodged in my head as I went about my errands. I found myself looking for the simple smiles caused by the common sparks of life.

Then, as I returned home, the quote was still in my head, so I decided to find out who said it. I found his name, but I knew nothing about him. In a nutshell, he was a distinguished preacher, founded the Plymouth church, active abolitionist, and was tried for adultery (acquitted and cleared of all charges).

Well, the whole reason I’m writing this post is to share the ease in finding simple smiles in your day by sharing those that have brightened mine in the span of only four hours.

The assistant at the Vision Center noticed my #teacheronbreak shirt and thanked me for being a teacher and the job that I do. I don’t ever remember meeting this kind lady prior, so her words brought a smile.
Then, Dr. Duerstock proclaimed that there were no signs of glaucoma or cataracts and that my eye pressures were….PERFECT! [When you’re as imperfect as me those perfect decrees almost make you squeal.]
Plus, even though Wal-Mart’s new layout is like a scavenger hunt, I found the folding table I wanted to purchase to use for Book Sales without wasting much time.
As I was getting ready to go to Dollar Tree, I looked through my wallet for the gift card my friend Mary gave me for my birthday. I didn’t find it, BUT…I found over $50 that I had stashed in a pocket of my wallet for my trip to WKU back in March. Whoop! Forgotten money that is found always brings a smile.
While in Dollar Tree, I was looking for a few items for a teacher gift, and I found a sign small for my classroom. If I accept it as a sentence in progress, I can deal with the missing capital & punctuation…I think.
Dropped off lunch to my favorite nephew and illustrator, Connor Stewart, and he remembered to bring “The Office” DVDs for me to enjoy this summer. His dad and he often are watching episodes when I pop by their house, so he offered to let me borrow the series’ set that his parents bought him for Christmas.
Arrived at Hanover library to drop off my finished books and pick up my two “holds”. As I approached the desk, the librarian-on-duty automatically walks back to the shelves to pull my books. Yep. the fact that I frequent the library and put books on hold so often that they know me by name gave me a proud smile.
Stopped by Pride Supermarket to grab a homegrown tomato for dinner (smile), and I also saw Danette while there. You don’t see your teacher-friends as often during the summer.
Ran by Jendy’s to grab lunch through the drive-thru and had to wait 10 minutes for pizza, but that assured me it was fresh out of the oven. And…the extra cheese actually looked and tasted like extra cheese.
Finally returned home and as I said something aloud (I have no recollection what since I live solo.) HillTopper came scampering out of wherever he had been resting. He didn’t come at a tired-stretching-walking-pace or a mad-dash-begging-for-food-sprint. It was a cute little scamper which shouted, “I’m so glad you’re home!”
Now, this list could go on and on…sharing little reasons to smile and have joy. But I’ll end it with the common thing of curiosity. If I hadn’t been curious as to who said the quote my friend shared yesterday…I never would’ve found all these other quotes that the internet credits as belonging to Henry Ward Beecher. I thought I’d share them with you at the end of today’s post.

See, smiles are everywhere in the simplest of observations and the practice of kind words of appreciation. Look for them and you’ll find them. Better yet…be the reason that someone else smiles. That will bring a smile to your face as well. Hmmm, maybe this rambling of a #teacheronbreak will bring you a little joy, too.

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A little lesson on forgiveness….

I really like this one.

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Here’s hoping you start each day with FAITH instead of anxiety.

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In honor of my love of puns…

Each day, my two cats will rough-house and start to fight. By the end the day, however, they always HISS & make-up! quote6

#gratitudejournalofjodilea

The Good of Goals…

Some teachers take extravagant trips for the summer. Some teachers plan family travels. Others will go on spontaneous adventures.

Not me. I….set fun-for-me goals. Last summer, I had a reading goal, writing goal, cooking goal, and exercise goal. I achieved all 4. Whoop! Whoop!

So…this summer, friends kept asking if I was going anywhere or had any big plans. Nope. I have Jodi-plans to achieve summer-goals. So, as summer started three weeks ago, I wrote them out. I realized yesterday it was time to revisit, update, and/or revise.

On the evening of the last teacher-day, I wrote these.
1. Read 10 “just-for-the-pleasure-of-reading” books.
–I’ve already read 5! Maybe I should up this to 15?

2. Plan out writing instruction since the new schedule has a specified time each day rather than squeezing it in.
–Based on the “stimulating” PD I attended the day after I wrote this, it seems our new ELA curriculum actually has writing instruction planned as well. So, I suppose I’ll just combine that with the Smekens writing calendar…and see how they mesh. However, this won’t happen until I return to 302 and have my ELA materials to help.

3. Finish writing “Becoming the Beast”.
–I completed my reread and revisions earlier this week (woohoo!) and shared it with editor #1 (aka my sister) to check for writing mechanics. Then, it’ll go to editor #2 and editor #3 in hopes of getting it ready to publish before the new school year begins.

4. At least start, “Feline Finale”.
–Okay, I told myself I couldn’t start this one until after VBS. So, this writing goal won’t commence until June 29.

5. Write “Jasper’s 12 Gifts of Christmas Break” by the end of June, so Connor can spend July on illustrations.
–Complete! I shared it with both him and his mom, which happens to be my sister who checks for writing errors. Hopefully, he’ll complete illustrations by the end of July, so I can do the prep work before school begins on August 8th.

6. Try 8 new recipes.
–Well, I’ve already tried FIVE, so this one will be achieved in no time. Of course, now I’m pondering whether I should double it? Hmmm…

7. Workout a minimum of 3 times per week, but shoot for more.
–I’ve hit the 3 but not the “or more”. Who knew toes, ankles, and knees got irked so easily.

8. Go out to lunch with a friend once every pay rotation.
— On target with this one. In fact, I’ve done lunch once a week instead. Hmm, actually, I generally eat lunch every day instead of once a week. I just eat at a restaurant with a friend at least once each week.

9. Take naps as often as I want to.
— Is there any doubt that I’ll keep at this on? I love sleep. It’s one of my three favorite verbs. Just ask any of my kiddos, and they will verify.

10. Stay out of my room until after my birthday.
–Okay….this one will be getting revised. Let’s’ face it. Last year, I already had my library organized and computer set back up by now. So, I’ll change it to….I won’t go back into my classroom until July.

Goals are good. I set them with my students, so it makes sense to set them for myself.

What’s your goal? For today? For the year/? Set a goal and AIM!

“The plans of the diligent lead to profit as surely as haste leads to poverty.”
Proverbs 21:5

Of course in the end, I know…

“In their hearts humans plan their course, but the Lord establishes their steps.”
Proverbs 16:9

“Trust in the Lord with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding; in all your ways submit to him, and he will make your paths straight.”
Proverbs 3:6