Lessons Learned in the Church Nursery

Originally posted on Miss P’s Ponderings on July 26, 2012

     First, let me confess.  Working in the nursery is not my calling.  Now, there was a time, around 1980, when I couldn’t wait to be “old enough” to be added to the nursery rotation list.  Finally, when I entered 7th grade, Terry & Wanda, who were coordinating the nursery ministry at the time, added my name and I spent one Sunday each month serving in the nursery.  I loved it. Yes, when I was a teenager, it was a way for me to serve.  Let’s face it, when you’re a teenager, you are too young to fill most positions in the church, so this was my avenue of service.

     As I continued to age, I earned an elementary degree, and I realized that my calling was more towards school aged children.  During college and after, I filled many positions in children’s ministry at our church.  I taught Sunday School classes during summers.  I led children’s worship.  I taught VBS classes.  I learned to work with puppets.  I even served as the children’s minister for a while, until I realized that career ministry wasn’t my calling either.  In the midst of my journey, I work with kids a lot.  I love kids.  I love little kids.  I love babies. 

BUT…

     If you put me in a room with a small group of children who don’t really know how to talk with me yet…it’s a challenge.  So, when the window was opened and another person (thank you, Sherry Getz) volunteered to serve in the ministry.  I quickly gave my rotation slot away.  I still work with kids.  On Wednesdays during the school year, you can hear me leading songs and watch evidence of my presence as Mr. Tony interacts with “Jessie Rae”, “Officer Max”, “Princess Violet” (better known as Queenie), and my latest character…”Priscilla Elizabeth”. 

     Yes, I work with kids in ministry…I teach kids in my career…I interact with kids through Big Brothers & Big Sisters.  Yet, when it comes to the nursery, it’s a challenge.

     This past Sunday, my sister was supposed to serve, but she wasn’t able to make it.  So, I took her spot.  [Yes, I sub…but I don’t want to be a “real” nursery worker. Ha]    As the hour of Sunday School went by, I observed and pondered a lot…in between making noises, voices, and singing songs.  I thought this week I’d share those lessons…Lessons from the 7 in Sunday School Nursery.

Lesson 1—As I entered, a lovely little blonde was already present and having a good ole time with the toys.  Her face shined a brilliant smile.  She interacted with both Sherry and me though not in understandable dialogue.  What lesson did I learn from her?  Be content.  Would she rather have been with her mother or father?  Yep.  Would she rather have been playing with her two older brothers?  Of course.  Yet, at the age of 23 months, she was already learning to be content with what and where she was.  Yet, I learned another lesson.  Long for your father.  You see, as Sunday School came to a close, she caught a glimpse of her dad outside the door.  She heard her dad talking with Pastor Mike.  With that evidence taken, there was no where she would rather be than in her father’s arms.  So, after seeing his face and hearing his voice, she began to cry for him.  This little girl who is rarely seen unhappy or in tears was overwhelmed with a longing to be with her father. 

Lesson #2–The next little one to enter was a little boy.  A little boy who loves music but loves his parents more.  In fact, his father was bringing him to the nursery.  As they approached the door, the boy’s tears began to flow.  This quiet content little boy found his voice and lost his contentment.  He didn’t want anything to take him away from his daddy.  Maintaining a calm disposition, his father told him he’d be fine and pointed out his diaper needed to be changed.  As his dad took care of the diaper needs, the little boy quieted.  Peace had been restored.  He listened to the voice of his father and calm returned.  Then, his next request was pointing up…up to the goldfish crackers.  You see, he knew where the snacks are.  He knew that with a raised hand and a questioning grunt, he’d get a snack.  His father noted that goldfish crackers may ruin his lunch, but if it helped him make it through the separation and feel comfortable with his surroundings, then goldfish crackers were fine.  So, the little boy and little girl sat down together and enjoyed a few goldfish crackers…and then a few more.

Lesson #3–The next little one to join us was a tall little girl…a little girl with a great need for assurance and joy.  In her almost two years, she’s dealt with more hardship than I probably have in 42 years.  Tears flowed as her foster mom brought her in.  Offering to hold her wasn’t accepted.  She simply cried.  She cried and stayed by herself until she had perceived that her mom had left her in a safe place and that Sherry and I were “okay”.  By the end of our hour together, she was smiling and enjoying her time.  But the sadness she exuded at the beginning was enough to melt even Grinch’s heart.

Lesson #4–A small little girl was the last to join us for the hour.  She too has had things transpire already in her life that I would have no idea about.  She came in smiling.  She came in playing with others.  She had a joy that surpassed understanding.  Yet, the lesson I learned from her didn’t come until around 9:45.  You see her foster mom came to get her after Sunday School to take her to the worship service.  As the mom’s face was seen above the door, this tiny one ran to the door with such glee and excitement.  Her foster family provided her with love and security, and the joy she expressed as her mom picked her up almost brought me to tears.

Lesson #5–This lesson came from Sherry Getz.  You see I often play the “single without children” card when I sub in the nursery.  I think every Sunday I’ve worked in the recent past I’ve been able to allow my “co-worker” to deal with the changing table.  You see, odors aren’t my thing.  As we sat there, Sherry shared that she smelled evidence of a need for a change.  Where I would’ve been gagging, she served willingly and joyfully.  Don’t get me wrong.  I don’t think she wakes up in the morning longing to change a diaper, but she’s willing to serve in whatever way is needed.

Lesson #6–This lesson came from myself.  What did I teach myself?  Well, it was merely a reminder.  I need to get over myself.  It’s not about me.  It’s about what needs to be done for His glory.  If it’s changing diapers, change them.  If it’s singing in the choir, sing.  If it’s taking out the trash, take it out.  No, I don’t need to say “yes” to every need…God has lots of people in our church who can serve.  Yet, when there’s a need that’s not being filled, then I need to be willing to fill it.  Even if it’s merely “subbing” until someone else comes along.

Lesson #7–Who else was there?  Well, there were only 4 toddlers and 2 adults.  The only other One present was God Himself.  You see, He could be seen in the beautiful blessings I interacted with that day.  His Hands served by changing diapers through Sherry’s willingness.  He’s always there. He knows my heart.  So, He knows if I’m doing something willingly or begrudgingly, so I need to check myself.

Now, any good teacher reviews the objectives at the end of the lesson…

  • Be content with where you are and what you’re doing, but never be so content that you don’t long to be with your Father.
  • Hold tightly to your Father’s hand, and listen to His Voice to calm you when you’re afraid or worried.  Trust that your Father wants you to be at peace and get through your trials.
  • Long to be with the One who brings you comfort and peace.  Know He won’t leave you where He isn’t present.
  • Possess a joy that those who don’t know Christ won’t understand.  And always be prepared to explain the hope that you have.
  • Serve with a willing heart, regardless of the task.
  • Be available to go outside your comfort zone to work where God is working.
  • Do all things for the glory of the God of heaven and earth.

Yes, always be a student…you can learn lessons anywhere…even in the church nursery.

Real or Fake?

Originally posted on Miss P’s Ponderings on July 17, 2012

     This morning, as I lay in bed contemplating getting up and heading into school, Jasper (my cat) began a very odd meow.  It wasn’t the “open the door” meow or the “feed me” meow or even the “I’m the center of the world” meow.  No, this one sounded like it came from his gut and was garbled in his throat. So, my immediate thought, “Please don’t let there be a mouse under my bed.”

     Now, for those of you who don’t know me, I wear contact lenses.  This means that if I’m still in bed then…I pretty much can’t see squat.  So, I rolled over to look at what he was focused on and saw a small blob in front of him.  “Yep,” I thought, “it has the shape of a mouse.  Ooh, what if he killed it and is bringing it up to me?  Gag!”  So, I reached for my glasses, and the shape was clearer, but due to it being 6am, it was still too dark to see.  With frustration, I reached for my reading lamp and….wait for it…it was a ….

     FAKE mouse!  Shwoo!  I don’t even remember when I bought the toy he was destroying.  (It was purple and has a feather tail, so I had to buy it, right?)  Anyway, he had found it recently, and in the early hours of the morning, he decided to kill it.  Let’s just say I was thrilled to find a FAKE killing taking place rather than a REAL dead mouse on my floor.  Gag!

     Of course, that started me thinking.  I know…I know…I really should quit, but it’s the way I’m wired.  So, I began thinking of all the fake and real things in my life.  Some are quite trivial while others are dear to my heart, so I thought I’d take you along as I reflect on the acceptable generics and the heartfelt genuine articles that came into my thoughts.

     Let’s see…why not go to the groceries?  I live in downtown Madison, and the JayC grocery store was replaced with Rulers.  Now, I’m not saying that Rulers is a fake grocery store for those of you who love it.  I’m simply saying…if you prefer name brand foods, you shouldn’t go there.  However, I’m not that shopper.  Kroger brand chips, lunch meat, milk, etc are fine with me.  They do have a few name brands, but overall you have to be okay with “store brand”, which I generally call “generic”.  From my experience, some cereal is better than others, but it fills my fridge without making me go uptown to the stores which cost you more money and eat up more of your time.  So, I “settle” for “fake” most times in the area of my groceries and we’re good.

     Yet, when it comes to cat-care, I opt for the “real thing”.  I’ve learned which litter absorbs the nasty scent and which food doesn’t cause stomach issues.  I mean, if the cat has stomach issues, I’m the one who has to deal with it. So, I give him REAL food and litter rather than the generic brands.

     Let’s see…what about flowers?  Now, as someone who’s allergic to many things outside, I prefer fake flowers in the house.  I mean, Jasper will eat and regurgitate any real plant that enters our home, so I tend to leave them outside.  I also do not have a green thumb.  I tend to kill real flowers.  For example, my friend Dr. Rubino, botanist extraordinaire, gave me a purple heart (plant) last summer at the Teacher Academy.  All last year, I attempted to help it grow.  I did put it in a bigger pot when it outgrew its first home.  I watered it.  But, alas, it looked sad most of the time.  A few times during the year, my students inquired if it was dead “yet”?  Um, no, not yet….it’s still holding on.  So, as the end of the year approached, I went to our principal, who does have a green thumb, and asked him to be the foster father for my purple heart over the summer to ensure it wouldn’t die alone in my room or be eaten by a cat at home.  A few weeks ago, Jason sent me a picture of a thriving and lovely purple heart.  Yep, a REAL plant owner knew what to do, but I must be a fake one…Anyway, I digress.

     I have some FAKE flowers I sit outside my room in the spring that our a lovely bright yellow and purple.  So, if the only purpose of a flower was to look pretty, then fake would be acceptable, even though real flowers tend to be much prettier.  However, since plants are one of our standards in science, my students can attest that the purpose of flowers is not to look pretty.  That’s just a perk.  Pollination, photosynthesis, and food chains all depend on flowers.  So, fake may be better for my allergies, but the real thing is mandatory for life to go on as needed.  I bet you didn’t know flowers were so important, did you?

     Hmmm…the next step on this ever exciting journey (read with thick sarcasm) is WORK.  Now, I’m guessing many of you reading this immediately think of “someone else” who pretends like they’re working while everyone else does the job.  Am I right?  This summer, I took my car to a fundraiser car wash.  Most of those involved were actively spraying, scrubbing, or drying, but there were also those on the fringe.  Close enough to look like they were working, but not a drop of water on their clothes.  Now, any of you who’ve helped with a car wash know that if you are working for REAL then you have water or soap on your clothes.  If you are FAKING the work, then you can dodge the sweat and simply wipe the car a few times without really putting forth a lot of effort. 

Same thing goes on in jobs…on committees…in any group where work is done.  You have those who put forth REAL effort and those who merely show up and FAKE their involvement.  Of course, right now, you might think my working in my classroom is a bit FAKE since I’m sitting here typing….but I figure I’ve been here two hours and each time I write a paragraph, I go back to the REAL work of my day. 

     Stay with me, just a couple more thoughts, then this post will finish.  The next fake/real part of life is friendship.  I hope my friends consider me a real friend, but I’m guessing some see me as fake.  What’s the difference?  I real friend knows you. I real friend spends time with you….or at least would like to.  I mean, I have some “real friends” from my past whom I don’t see, but I know if I happened to be in their town, we’d grab lunch and talk like no time had passed.  They know my heart with its joys and sorrows.  They know which days I’ll have headaches due to weather and where I need to sit in a restaurant.  They know what drink to order me and chuckle as I order with this, not that, and this on the side.  Now there are friends who aren’t fake and just aren’t as close as the ones I call real.  They may one day develop a real relationship with me, but generally speaking we both are okay with being surface friends…friends who speak, smile, and check on each other without invading each other’s thoughts or agenda.  However, is that what we’re supposed to do?  Are we supposed to be okay with merely sharing life’s journey or should we invest the time and effort needed to make a significant impact on each other’s lives?  John tells us we’re supposed to love each other as Jesus loved us.  I mean, He died for me, so I really don’t think that would be called surface friendship.  That’s the epitome of a REAL friend.

This is my commandment: Love each other in the same way I have loved you. There is no greater love than to lay down one’s life for one’s friends. You are my friends if you do what I command.
John 15: 12-14

     As for “fake friends”, those are the ones who “act” like they care about you, but if you disappeared they wouldn’t realize you were gone.  I hope I’m not that type of friend to anyone.  If I am, I pray the Lord will change my heart and make me aware of a bridge that needs mended or a relationship that needs to start.  Do I have “fake friends”?  Hmm, not sure. 

    

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Finally, let’s talk faith.  Is yours real?  Are you the same Sunday in worship as you are Monday at work?  Are you the same at your parents’ dinner table as you are out with your buddies on Saturday night?  Do you live your faith daily?  hourly?  minute-by-minute?  Oh, I pray I do, but as with all of us it’s a journey.  It’s a daily decision to be REAL.  To be the woman of God He created me to be.  It’s not always the easiest choice.  However, it’s the choice that we need to make if we’re children of God.

     Are you?  If not, I’d like you to meet my Savior.  His name is Jesus Christ.  He loved you enough to lay down His life for you.  He is strong enough to conquer death, even death on the cross.  He is caring enough to return to Heaven, a Risen Savior, to prepare a place for you.  It’s real…no fake god in this gift of Salvation…just the REAL thing.  Jesus!  What a Savior!

For Jesus is the one referred to in the Scriptures, where it says,
‘The stone that you builders rejected has now become the cornerstone.’There is salvation in no one else! God has given no other name under heaven by which we must be saved.”
Acts 4: 11, 12

Just Get Over It!

Originally posted on Miss P’s Ponderings on July 16, 2012.

     For those of you who don’t know me well…I’m a planner, list-maker, organizer….I’ve been said to have a “methodical” (that’s the nice word…) personality.  Knowing that, you’ll better understand the inspiration of today’s writing.  Failed plans!  Argh!

     This was fresh in my thoughts as I drove to church yesterday morning.  For the third time this summer, my well-planned agenda for the day was destroyed by the behavior of the other involved. Twice it was due to better plans coming along and this time was due to oversleeping.  Now, please realize that I totally understand the reason for the three failures, and most people wouldn’t have issue with it. However, my “methodical” personality doesn’t deal nicely with well thought out plans going awry. 

     So, with these frustrations fresh in my thoughts, I sat to listen to the guest preacher begin his message on Psalm 96.  As he preached, he shared the reasons we were called to worship.  The Psalm was filled with “reasons” such as He’s the Creator and our Savior.  But the one that…slapped me in the face (stepping on my toes is easy to overlook) was that He is sovereign.  Greg went on to share how they were heading here from Louisville and hadn’t heard that 65N was closed.  The point of the illustration was that He is sovereign…and regardless of our plans, He has a plan and will use all things, even closed interstates, as a call to see Him and glorify Him.  So, there it was, in a nutshell…”get over it”.  Your plans are fine, but when they fall through…get over it.  He’s sovereign and all is well. 

     Now, obviously my cancelled plans are small potatoes compared to other things in life, but it causes me to reflect on other instances where I needed to “get over it” when looking on my plans and accept His plans and, more importantly, TRUST His plans.

     First, when I graduated from Carson-Newman College in 1992, my plan was to teach in Tennessee.  I fell in love with the beauty of it as well as the way of life.  I had become accustomed to going into a restaurant and having perfect strangers call me “honey” and “sweetie”.  I became okay with friends hugging me in Wal-Mart when they saw me.  These were not things I grew up with in Indiana.  I’m not saying Indiana is rude by any means, I’m simply saying…Tennessee is different…it’s unique.  My plan was to turn my blood orange and call Tennessee home.

     For several years, I would complete applications and send them off.  Then, two things happened that made me see I needed to accept my journey back here at home.  First, as I sat with the principal at my friend’s school he uttered these words, “You need to write your college roommate’s address down as your own.  You’ll never be considered with an out-of-state address.”  “Umm,” my conscience said, “I think he just told me to lie on an application to get a job.”  That’s not going to happen.  Then, back at home, I continued to work with the Baptist Campus Ministries at Hanover College, and I thoroughly enjoyed it.  It occurred to me that even if I wasn’t using my teaching degree I was being used by Him, and I needed to be “okay” with it.  So, I surrendered my plan and accepted that I would substitute teach during the day, work with collegiate ministry in the evenings and weekends, and wait on the Lord.

     Guess what!  The following August, I was offered my own third grade classroom in Hanover, Indiana.  The school that had been our biggest adversary in sports while I was a student was now my “home”.  Sixteen years later, it still is.  I can’t imagine teaching elsewhere.  Is life perfect at my school?  Nope.  But, am I being used by Him to be a Light?  I think so….and the joy I receive through my career hasn’t diminished even in the midst of all the “junk” facing education due to government proclamations.

     The other big “get over it” came through my “status”.  Most girls don’t grow up thinking, “Maybe I’ll be single forever and never know the joy of marriage and motherhood.”  Yet, currently, that’s where I find myself.  To be honest, some days I’m better at accepting this than others.  To be blunt, I pretty much loathe Valentine’s Day and New Year’s Eve since they seem so “coupley”.  I’ve gotten frustrated a few times when my church has done a marriage/family focus in sermons or Bible study which I think…”how can this apply to me”.  Yet, as time passes, I have a peace. 

     I see how as a single person I’m free to be involved in ministry and fellowship with others without checking with someone or finding a sitter.  I also watch as friends have gone through the agony of divorce or the heartbreak of a wayward child, and I realize that singleness has its advantages.  I’ve had many married friends encourage me to enjoy the “freedom” of singleness causing me to realize that both “statuses” have mountains and valleys. 

     In the end, I go to my memory of Aunt Eva.  She was actually my great aunt and one of the sweetest ladies I knew.  My sisters and I would play games and play dress up when we’d visit her.  She’d make us cookies and take us to church.  I always remember how much I enjoyed my time with her and how much her faith meant to her.  When I think of Aunt Eva, I usually tell myself, “If Connor can have those same thoughts when he thinks of me, then what better legacy could I leave behind.”

     Well, my plan for today was working in my classroom.  I have a pile of empty boxes stacked by the door, and stacks of children’s books throughout my classroom organized by series, genre, or author.  I must get back to my “to do list”.  I’d hate to be the cause of my own frustrations.  Thanks for reading….and if things don’t go as planned remember…”get over it” and trust He is in control.

The Power of But…

Originally posted on Miss P’s Pondering on July 5, 2012

     Okay, I must admit that coming up with today’s title made me think of my third graders.  You wouldn’t think a conjunction would be so funny, BUT if you pause after you say it then it never fails to bring laughter.  Anyway, I’m curious…did you chuckle?  If so, congratulations on being childlike.

     Have you ever thought of the power the word “but” has?  I have.  You see it has the power to flip the meaning of an entire sentence…sometimes an entire paragraph or speech.  Step into my imagination for a moment, I promise it won’t be too scary.

“I just love Cinderella.  She is just the sweetest thing.  Have you tried her cooking?  I don’t know how she makes her cookies so soft and delicious, BUT I really wish she wasn’t late to everything.”

“You know, Jasmine is just the sweetest.  She is so strong and assertive, BUT I really wish she would wear shirts that covered her stomach.”

“Wow!  I really wish I could keep house as well as Snow.  Her house is always so clean, and you know she really is the fairest of them all. BUT, I heard she was living with not only one man but seven.  I mean, what example is she setting?”

     Did you feel the power?  I bet you thought those princesses were going to be girls that I loved and appreciated, BUT I showed you in the end the true feelings hidden below the surface.  Have you ever been around someone who ends every monologue with a powerful and critical BUT?  I often wonder…”So, if that’s what you say about princesses…what do you say about me?”

“Jodi?  Oh, she’s so talented. Have you ever heard her read aloud or bring a puppet to life.  Quite entertaining.  Man, she sure does love her career.  BUT have you looked in her teacher corner? It’s a mess.”

     Yep, the BUT zapped all the power from the words of encouragement and took all the joy out of the thought.  Instead, what’s left…a thought that would make most people self-conscious. (Of course, I know my teacher’s desk is atrocious, BUT I never sit at my desk, so I don’t fret…unless a new substitute is scheduled for my room.)

However, not only can BUT make a good become a bad, it can do the opposite as well.

“You know this weather is awful.  It’s so hot outside.  BUT, we could be hotter just think of those soldiers in Afghanistan.  We should really pray for them.”

“I can’t believe how loud that thunder was last weekend.  It shook my walls.  Scared me and my cat to death, BUT we really needed the rain so it’s all good.”

“Man, I can’t believe I’m going to be in the parade.  I haven’t done that since the mid 80s!  It’s going to be so hot, and I won’t be able to breathe by the end of it.  BUT, I know my students are excited.”

Yep, BUT is a powerful word.  Don’t you think?  However, BUT is the most powerful in the Bible when it has a partner….

God.

     The earth was destroyed by a flood.  For many weeks, Noah’s family lived on the ark with all the critters God sent to be saved along with them.  Think of the odor on that boat!  Definitely worse than Jasper’s litter box.  It would’ve been easy to complain, don’t you think?

“But God remembered Noah and all the wild animals and livestock with him on the boat.  He sent a wind to blow across the earth, and the flood waters began to recede.” [Genesis 8:1]

     Now, if you have sisters or brothers, think of a time when they might’ve been a bit jealous of you.  Now, until my nephew came along, I was the most spoiled member of my family.  Actually, Dad still sometimes will joke about how I need to come over for dinner, so Mom will cook him a real dinner.  Anyway, I digress.  Imagine your siblings being so jealous of you that they considered killing you.  However, one of your siblings didn’t want to go to that extreme, so they just sell you as a slave instead.  Yep, plenty of reason to lose hope, yet the power of “but God” comes to the rescue.

“You intended to harm me, but God intended it all for good.  He brought me to this position so I could save the lives of many people.” [Genesis 50:20]

     Now, what about those people who “act” differently than they really are?  Honestly, we’re probably all like that at some point in time.  I know there have been times when I’ve plastered on a smile when it wasn’t really sincere.  However, this goes a bit farther than that.  This deals with the heart and character of someone.  Are you truly living for our Creator?  God knows the heart when we can only see the actions.

“Then he said to them, ‘You like to appear righteous in public, but God knows your hearts. What this world honors is detestable in the sight of God.'” [Luke 16:15]

     Yet, if I’m typing this, I must examine myself…my actions…my heart.  I admit there are days when my flesh overpowers my desire to be like Christ.  I’ve uttered words to myself and to close friends that so and so was this or that BUT they do this which really irks me.  We all do it, BUT we shouldn’t…or at least we shouldn’t allow it to make a positive into a negative.  The other flip is fine.  The other flip allows me to take the complaints I have and realize that it’s not about me.

Yes, I complain, BUT I must realize that God is in control and He will work all things together for good.

Yes, people may irritate me at times and I may want to vent, BUT God is their creator just as He is mine…so should I really badmouth His creation?

The following “but God” reminds me of my shortcomings, BUT also the truth of God’s power.

“But God had mercy on me so that Christ Jesus could use me as a prime example of His great patience with even the worst sinners.  Then others will realize that they, too, can believe in Him and have eternal life.” [1 Timothy 1:16]

So, there’s your challenge from “Miss P’s Ponderings”.  Be careful how you use “but” in your daily dialogue with others.  Feel free to use it to overpower the negative and transform them to positive, BUT tread carefully when you are sharing positives.  If you throw a BUT at the end, all the positive disappears.    
Have a great day…live it for the One who was willing to die for you.

“But God raised Him from the dead!” [Acts 13:30]

Monday? Monday. Monday!

Originally posted on Miss P’s Ponderings on May 14, 2012

   “Just another manic Monday….”  Do you remember that little lyric by the Bangles?  I liked the girl band back when they were making music, but I can only sing the first couple lines to be honest.

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  This morning, as I was scanning my Facebook news feed, I saw several things about it being Monday.  So, I figured, why not write about Monday.  Makes more sense to write about Monday today…then tomorrow.  Right?


  “Monday?  Really.  Another week ahead….arrgh.”

   It seems a lot of people wake up on Mondays, with a question mark after the day. There are posters about the agony of Mondays.  It seems like a lot of people are not fans of this day.  They treat it as they’d treat a foul tasting medicine.  They know they have to swallow it, but just thinking of it makes them about gag.

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“Monday.
Another day of work.
Another week ahead.
Can’t wait until the weekend!”

   Some people start the work week with a period after the day.  They wake up and think…here we go again.  They accept the day, but they’re far from a fan of it.  To them, it’s not a horrible tasting medicine, but a daily vitamin.  They know they need it, but they don’t look forward to it.


“Monday! Another week to make a difference.
Another chance to see what God has in store for me to experience.
Another gift from the Creator of time.”

   Then, there are a few odd ducks out there.  People who awake on this morning and see it as a great opportunity.  Did you guess it?  Quack, quack.  I’m an odd duck.  Now, don’t get me wrong.  I don’t jump out of bed and exclaim, “Woohoo!  Another Monday!”  But I do look at the day with great expectation.  Perhaps it’s because as a school teacher, I have a week full of lesson plans to teach and a hope that my students will grow as learners.  Perhaps, it’s because I know I start Monday mornings with two second grade teachers in a prayer circle at 7:30a.m.  There’s power when you join with other believers to lift up our students, their families, our staff, our administrators, and our witness.  Perhaps, it’s simply because I’m simply an “odd duck”.  Who knows?  But, on Monday…I have a clear slate for my week.  I’ve just finished a weekend off ending with Sunday worship with my church family and lunch with my sisters in Christ.  I’ve rested.  I’m ready for the week ahead.

   However, as much as I enjoy Mondays and the anticipation about what lies ahead…I’m not a big fan of Tuesdays.  By Tuesday, I’m already behind on my lesson plans.  I already have papers to grade.  I feel like the week is looming ahead. 

   Then, Wednesday…”hump day”.  It’s a good day.  The week is half over.  I spend time with Lacie, my “Little Sister”.  I help lead the kids in DiscipleTown through songs and puppets.  It’s a good yet busy day.

   Thursday rolls around and the excitement builds since it’s “almost” Friday. Yet, so does apprehension as I realize I only have a little time left to complete the goals of my instructional week.

   Followed by the joy of Friday…wrapping up a week of instruction and ending with an occasional small group gathering.  Being thankful for the week I’ve completed and the couple day off to rejuvenate.

The weekend arrives…and then it’s….


“Just another manic Monday.  Woe-oh-woe.  I wish it was Sunday.”

However, whatever day of the week it is…whatever the day holds.  I know Who holds the day and that alone reminds me to rejoice.

Hmmm…that includes Monday.  Yep, it’s Monday!

Consider It Joy

Originally posted on Miss P’s Ponderings on July 3, 2012

As I sit at a desk in the church office subbing for the secretary, I’m reminded of the charge to consider it all joy.  That’s a difficult challenge, in my opinion.

   Now, I will admit, the two things which prompted these thoughts are tiny in the grand scheme of life.  The first is the Regatta parade and the second the 4-H fair.  Just a second…before anyone finds me to be a terrible person for not being a fan of these two things, I will admit that I know most people look forward to these events.  To them, I say…ENJOY.  I, however, was not programmed to enjoy being packed together in high temps as happens during the Regatta parade.  Plus, it seems I have been wired to be allergic to most of the outdoors, so hanging around the fairgrounds with all the “lovely” aroma and sweat rolling down my neck…just isn’t something I enjoy.  See, I told you my complaints were itty bitty.

    Yet, as I was sharing with Pastor Mike this morning (since I’m manning the church office), it seems that this year…I will not only be attending the parade, but I’ll be riding on a float while singing a happy song.  I love singing.  I enjoy the people I’ll share the float with.  Those two things should be enough to get me past my personal issues, right?  Yet, my flesh keeps yelling, “It’s going to be hot!  It’s going to be crowded!  You’re going to sweat!”  Uh, yeah…but I better be ready to ride that float with a joyful smile and an enthusiastic song.  After all, regardless of what my flesh wants to believe, it’s not about me.  

     Then, after enduring the Regatta, the fair is off and running.  Now, I could choose to avoid this.  I could choose to stay at home each evening enjoying the scent of candles and the coolness of central air.  But alas, my flesh is overruled by the opportunity to pass out “free water” to those who are enduring the heat and enjoying the festivities.  Then, I will choose to return to man an information booth later in the week.  Again, the yells of my flesh are heard, “You better hope it’s cool and your allergens take a hike!”  Yes, my flesh tends to be sarcastic.  However, my spirit reminds me to be content.

     When I start dwelling on my “complaints”, I’m confronted with the truth I know.  Truth is…these complaints are ridiculous.  I don’t have any huge valleys or obstacles in my life.  I know people who deal with battling diseases such as cancer…I have friends who have journeyed through the devastation of a divorce….I have witnessed the sorrow associated with losing a child.  So, my trivial obstacles are just that…trivial.  As Connor, my nephew says, I just need to “get over it”.  And…I will.  And in the midst of my baby trials, I must remind my heart to be filled with joy…a joy that bursts out in song.

     My question is…what are you complaining about  The heat?  The lack of rain?  The price of gas?  The upcoming elections?  All of these things deserve some of our thoughts, but our complaining?  Nope.
     Philippians 2:14, tells us to do EVERYTHING without complaining and arguing.  So there’s your challenge.  What are you worried about?  What are you complaining about?  What are you arguing about?  

Stop.  

     Consider your troubles an opportunity for joy.  Learn to be content with whatever life brings your way.  Trust in the Lord and be ready to lift a happy and joyful song of thanksgiving. So, whether your challenges are small or overwhelming…or somewhere in between, remember that He can be your refuge in time of distress, if you call on Him as your Lord & Savior.  The trials and storms won’t fade away, but He’ll walk you through them each step of the way. 

A Good Good-Bye

Originally posted on Miss P’s Ponderings on June 29, 2012

Recently, I’ve been pondering “good-bye” a lot.  It seems a couple of our sweet families at church are relocating soon, which means saying good-bye to friends and cherished children.  I must confess….I’m not good at good-bye.

As I’ve contemplated “good-byes”, my mind first returns to 1986.  That was the year of the first “good-bye” that hurt my heart in a memorable way.  Before that, I had had the death of a grandmother, aunts, and uncles.   In 1977, at the age of 7, I didn’t really understand the impact of good-bye when I went to my grandma’s funeral. Obviously, those were sad events, but my age was young so my heart didn’t quite grasp the good-bye.

However, in 1986, Tommy & Becky announced their upcoming move back to Tennessee.  You see, Tommy was our youth pastor and Becky is his sweet wife.  He had served at our church while pursuing his ministry degree from Southern Seminary in Louisville, Kentucky.  Being only an hour away from the seminary affords our church the opportunity to get many talented young ministers to serve our church family.  However, it also means that for part-time ministry positions, they don’t stay more than a few years, as God leads them into full-time career ministry. 

Tommy came to Calvary when I was only an 8th grader.  Through the ministry of him and his wife, I grew in my Christian walk as a disciple of the King.  They were probably the first people, outside of family, that I had actually allowed myself to get close to, so their upcoming departure was difficult.  I remember building a wall around my heart as their final weeks passed by and being called into Tommy’s office.  He called me out on my attitude and reminded me that “good-byes” aren’t easy for anyone.  Yes, he cared enough to be straight with me, so the wall came down.  My friends moved to Athens, Tennessee.  I think I began the longest letter of my life…as I wrote them often and mailed huge letters.  It was my way of dealing with good-bye. 

Later, when I went to Carson-Newman College, their alma mater, I remember going to Athens to visit a few times.  Their first son was a baby, and now he’s out of college.  Yep, this was a long time ago, but the emotions I felt when they left are still fresh in my heart.  Good-byes are hard on the heart, even when you know it is God’s leading that prompts the departure.

 When he (Paul) had finished speaking, he knelt and prayed with them. They all cried as they embraced and kissed him good-bye.
Acts 20: 36-37

Yet, I must also think of the joy of the good-bye at the end of each school year. It never fails; a couple students will ask me at the end of the year if there’s a chance I’ll be moving to fourth grade.  I assure them that even though they won’t be in my class that I will always be their third grade teacher, and I remind them they can come visit me when they feel the need.

However, thinking of student good-byes also reminds me of students who move during a weekend without prior knowledge.  They’re here on Friday and excited about upcoming activities, but on Monday…their names are off my class list.  They’ve left their friends, their school, and all their “things” in their desk.  I often wonder if they’re ok with the quick departure.  Then, I lift up a prayer for them and their new teacher…hoping that the move is the best for all.

This past Sunday was the day when I knew that “good-bye” would be the topic whenever I wrote another post.  Last Friday, Andy & Ashley shared at small group that they would be moving to Indianapolis for Andy to take a new position.  After Adam and Amy had announced the same thing in May, I had anticipated that this couple wouldn’t be far behind since Adam & Andy worked together.  So, expecting it eased the intial shock of the announcement, but it didn’t buffer the pain in my heart.  I joked that they just needed to make sure their new house had a guest room for teacher-friends to visit during school breaks.  Then, on Sunday, during the “fellowship time” of the service, I went over and gave Ashley a hug.  This caused a lump to form in my throat.  Then, as I stood at my pew singing praises to God, I looked up to see Andy playing the guitar on the praise team.  The lump became tears and I cried through the song.  Yet through the tears, I thanked God that He was taking them closer to family and providing Andy with a job which would hopefully provide him joy and the opportunity to shine.  Yep, I’m not good with “good-bye”, but fortunately my head is wiser than it was in 1986 and the walls aren’t being built.

Then David bowed three times to Jonathan with his face to the ground. Both of them were in tears as they embraced each other and said good-bye, especially David.
1 Samuel 20:41b

But, all of these good-bye I’ve shared are temporary.  These are all people that I can see during vacations, in the school hallways, or stay up with through e-mails and Facebook (thanks to the technological age we seem to be living in these days). 

However, on Monday, another good-bye entered my throughts.  This good-bye was to a sweet, sweet Christian woman by the name of Nellie.  On Monday morning, a prayer mail arrived in my inbox letting me know that she had passed away.  So, I knew another good-bye was here. 

I must admit that even though I was saddened by the fact that I won’t see her sweet smile on Sunday mornings, I actually rejoiced.  You see, the love of her life, Bob, passed away last December.  I remember thinking back then that I just couldn’t imagine Nellie without Bob.  They were always “Bob & Nellie”, so I knew that the day she said “good-bye” to this life…she was saying “hello” to Bob.  More importantly, she was saying hello to heaven…to worshiping her Savior.  How can that leave me sad?

Yes, my head and heart have been dealing with good-bye a lot lately.  In May, I realized that little Lydia wouldn’t run up to sing with me in DiscipleTown on Wednesdays this fall.  At the end of May, I accepted that the 45 students (homeroom and language arts class) who knew me as their teacher would be leaving and consider someone else that title in the fall.  On June 22nd, I discovered that lunches with Ashley, praise team practice with Andy, and laughs with little Liam would soon be in the past.  On June 25th, I rejoiced that Nellie said “good-bye” to us but “hello” to Bob.

In the 30+ years I’ve been experiencing “good-bye” to people who have a place in my heart, I’ve realized that the good-byes that are temporary are much easier to accept than those which are final or questionable.  I think of people in my life who have passed away whom I don’t know if they have accepted Christ as their Savior.  Those good-byes…those are the hardest.  So, I encourage you….ensure you don’t have to face those painful good-byes by asking those you love, those you care about, those whose paths you cross if they know Jesus.  If they don’t, introduce them.  You’ll be glad you did.

Jesus realized they wanted to ask him about it, so he said, “Are you asking yourselves what I meant? I said in a little while you won’t see me, but a little while after that you will see me again. I tell you the truth, you will weep and mourn over what is going to happen to me, but the world will rejoice. You will grieve, but your grief will suddenly turn to wonderful joy. So you have sorrow now, but I will see you again; then you will rejoice, and no one can rob you of that joy.
John 16: 19, 20, 22

Just Jasper & Me

Originally posted on Miss P’s Pondering on June 19, 2012

     I wasn’t exactly sure what I wanted to write about today. Do I write about the four books I’m reading right now? Do I write about my experience at VBS last week? Do I reflect on cancer after last weekend’s Relay for Life? Well, I decided to save all of those for another date. Today, my feline, Jasper is the inspiration of all my analogical thoughts that I will share. Hmmm,  I’ve never used “analogical” before, but I’ll use it anyway.

     Hmmm… Let’s see, I took my nephew, Connor, to basketball conditioning this afternoon. It’s two hours in the middle of the day, and if you’re an 8th grader that means you must be dropped off and picked up…no driving of your own vehicle when you’re only 13. So, I found myself spending an hour or so at the Hanover Library. I watched a webinar on Twitter and its benefits to educators, I finished a “just for fun” Christian fiction book, and I picked out four additional books. You see…my goals for summer are resting, reading, and whatever else comes my way.

     One of the books I checked out was entitled “The Secret Life of Your Cat”. I read/skimmed the entire book during the hours since checking it out. I learned some things I didn’t know. For instance, I knew cats had a strong sense of smell. However, I didn’t realize they had 200 MILLION cells in their nose which makes their sense of smell 14X as acute as ours. Wow! I think of how “stinky” their food is and imagine what it would be like to multiply that by 14! Yuck! However, if you realize they can’t see much that’s 8 inches or closer to them and their sense of taste isn’t too hot, then it all makes sense. You see, I read the book to understand Jasper better. I had hoped to learn what his behaviors mean…why he does the bizaree things he does…but instead I learned about his senses, stress concerns, and needs. I realized that when he is totally unfriendly towards my dad when I’m gone for an extended amount of time, it’s not because my cat’s unfriendly…but stressed by my absence. Then, I thought….when is the last time I spent hours, literally, reading through Scripture to better understand the character and will of my Father. Granted, God doesn’t bite me, attack my legs, or trip me while I walk….but I should have a greater desire to know Him. Reading His word should be so enthralling to me that I eagerly share things with those around me, as I did with Connor when reading about cats. Yes, analogy number one…understood.

     So, after that analogy hit me over the head today, I started seeing analogies everywhere I looked in regard to Jasper. Who would think a pesky pet could be my professor today?

     Throughout the day, I’ve wandered from the kitchen, to the living room, office, restroom, and outside. Never failing, Jasper followed me everywhere. Whether he laid on the bathroom rug, the kitchen floor, the coffee table, the office’s sunny carpet spot, or the scratchy porch, he was there. Not wanting anything from me…simply desiring to be in my presence. Do I have that longing? Do I dwell in the Lord’s presence throughout my day through my thoughts, my words, and my actions? Sadly, the answer is no, but it is something to strive for as I walk with Him daily. Yes, analogy two taught…and hopefully learned.

     Then, I recalled yesterday evening when I looked into Jasper’s water bowl. It had a bit of water left, but it also had some of his shed hair floating in the liquid. Yuck! It was quickly dumped, rinsed, and refilled. He soon was beside it welcoming the refreshing drink. My thoughts went to how God is so faithful to provide for me. He doesn’t “forget” to supply my needs, as I did Jasper’s water. I realized through the simple act of giving Jasper fresh water that God is my Perfect Provider while I’m just a mediocre master to my cat. Analogy three brought a thankful heart.

     This afternoon, as my sister left with me nephew, I realized I hadn’t gotten my mail yet today. Since Jasper was already in my arms, to avoid his escape, I figured I’d just take him out to the mailbox with me. All was well until a car raced (Yes, correct verb though by our speed limit it shouldn’t be.), and Jasper let out a pitiful cry. Although he was safely tucked under my arm, he didn’t trust me as much as he should have. He was agitated all the way back to the house in spite of his being in my arms and having my voice assuring him. The same way, I must confess, there are times when I allow my fears to overcome me even though I know He has His arms wrapped around me. Just like Jasper, I let out pitiful cries even though His calming Voice reminds me that He will work all things together for my good and His glory. It seems both Jasper and I need to be more trusting when fears approach. If you’re counting, that’s number four.

     “Meow. Meow. Meow” If you have a cat, you know there are times when Jasper just likes to make noise. After our years together, I can tell the difference between his hungry meow and his “open the door” meow. There’s the pitiful cry on the way to Pawsibiities or the vet when he just wants to be rescued. I know him well. God knows me way better than I could ever know my cat. I mean, let’s face it, I picked Jasper out of a couple kittens who needed a home and made him mine. God created me. He knit me together in my mother’s womb. He gave me the personality, talents, and abilities He wanted me to have to make me the woman of God He created me to be. He doesn’t merely hear my voice, but He hears my heart. I may say I’m fine to other people, but He knows if I’m heartbroken or worried. I may not say a thing to my family or my friends, but He hears me without a word being said. Yes, God knows me…He doesn’t just know my name, but He knows my very soul. Wow! Analogy five just gave me a big hug.

     Analogy six follows number five hand in hand. You see, I do know his meows. I know what he’d like. However, I can’t make his life perfect in his eyes. You see, as much as he doesn’t enjoy going to Pawsibilities once a year for his shower, I know it helps him fight against fleas, lessens his thicker winter coat, and cuts down on future “hair logs” (Whoever named them hairballs didn’t have a cat!). When something’s a miss with his health, I take him to the vet, although he cries the whole time.  The agony lasts for a few hours, but the benefit lasts longer. He doesn’t see it when he’s going through it, but I know it’s the best choice. Jasper would be thrilled if I added food to his bowl each time I passed it, but even though he’s a big cat…no cat needs that much food. Jasper is a big fan of playing with used Q-tips. It doesn’t matter where I throw them away, if he sees it…he’ll knock the trashcan over in order to find the object of his desire. I know this. But still, if I can throw it away where he doesn’t see it, I know it’s best. I know he’s not smart enough not to try and eat them, so I must be cautious to protect him. When I reflect on my life’s journey, I see many times when what I wanted for my life wasn’t what God allowed. Most times, when I look backwards I see His purpose and thank Him. However, there are certain aspects of my life which still aren’t what I would’ve preferred, yet I must have faith in the One who guides my journey. I know He loves me and has plans for me to prosper and not be harmed. I must trust that, even when I don’t see it with my eyes.

     I think I’ll end with a seventh analogy since it’s a “good number” to end on it seems. Soon, Jasper will prance over to the recliner and jump up on my lap. He will stretch out and not want anything but to be shown affection. A scratch behind the ear or a stroke down his back will set his purr machine into overdrive. Then, when my eyes won’t stay awake and I head to the bedroom, he will follow me without a word being said. Most likely, I’ll awake in the middle of the night and find him stretched out beside me. You see, he will just want to be near me. There won’t be any biting or scratching, just simply affection. In the same way, I long to sit by my Father, to rest in His care, and trust that He loves me and that won’t change.

     So, I hope you learned a few lessons from Professor Jasper. Night, my friends…feline lovers or not.

Red Hat, Blue Hat, Old Hat, New Hat

Originally posted on June 7, 2012

Wow!  Time flies when you’re having fun…or cleaning house…or taking care of things that you’ve let slide during the final weeks of school.  It’s hard to believe that my first week of summer break ends tomorrow.  Based on my methodical calculations, that leaves eight more weeks of summer to rest, reflect, relax, read, and any other R word that sounds good….

However, I’m typing this from an office at my church as I fill in for our church secretary while she’s on vacation.  It has made me think about “hats” that we wear.  Not real hats…with my “fluffy/frizzy” hair…hats aren’t my thing, but the hats or responsibilities which we take on.

My blue hat…that would be the hat of a teacher.  Now, even though I’m on summer break, I’ve worn this hat a few times this week.  I’ve organized the “teacher stuff” I brought home to work on.  I tore apart question cards of a game I can use for review next year.  I’ve gathered up postcards and mailing labels to send notes to my “new crop” of kids.  I’ve rescheduled my plans next week to support my students who have to take the I-Read test again.  Yes, even though it’s summer break, my BLUE hat isn’t far from me.

Then….there’s my old hat…the hat associated with my family.  Looking at these past couple of weeks, I’ve worn my sister hat to sing at my oldest sister’s renewal of vows’ ceremony.  I donned my daughter hat when I’ve spent time with my parents.  I’ve enjoyed my aunt hat as I’ve shared time with Connor or cheered him on at a ballgame.  In fact, today, I’ll be heading out at 2:00 to pick him up from basketball conditioning and staying at their house tonight to allow him to sleep in (which means…I sleep later too, at least in theory).  My OLD hat stays with me, though its look differs from day to day.

I can’t forget my pink hat which goes with Lacie, my little sister.  As I look at my calendar, I see our BBBS anniversary approaching.  On June 23rd, we will have been Big & Little Sisters for 2 years.  I’m supposed to pick her up as soon as I post this writing.  Today, we have lunch plans and then another adventure in the putt-putt arena.  I’m sure I’ll lose again, but oh well….  Yes, my pink hat even prompted me to add a few pink petunias in my newly planted flower garden (Thanks, Mom, Dad, & Connor…the best landscaping crew in town.).  I’m sure she’ll smile when she sees the pink at the beginning and end of my row of flowers.  Yes, pink may be far from my favorite color, but I do enjoy my PINK hat.

Today, I’m wearing my khaki hat.  Why did I pick khaki you may wonder?  Good question.  Khaki goes with everything.  It’s the hat that allows me to “become” what I need to become to help others out.  Right now, I’m sitting in as the church secretary.  Is this something I do often?  Nope.  I probably sub two or three times a year, but I know it alleviates a need and allows me to serve.    Well, my khaki hat comes off soon, so I better finish this post quickly.

Finally, I have my red hat.  Red is the color of the blood of Jesus…so my red hat is my hat as a Christian.  This hat, I try to wear at all times, and I am easily convicted when I forget to wear it.  I often wonder if the love of Christ shines through my actions and words.  That is my daily goal…to wear the red hat so truly that when people see me, they see Him shining through.

Well, my purple hat and I are heading out of here to go grab my pink hat and in a bit my old hat.  Huh?  My purple hat…it’s just me.  My personality, my abilities, my joys, and my sorrows…my purple hat is who I am.  We’re off to pick up my “Little Sister” for lunch.  Then, my red hat will bring me back for a VBS chat with our children’s minister before heading out in my old hat to pick up my nephew.

New hat?  Hmmm…wonder what new adventures God has in store?  I guess my “newest” hat would be that of a blogger….I wonder how long it’ll fit?

Have a blessed day, and whatever hat you’re wearing…wear it with a smile and for His glory.

Voices?

Originally posted on Miss P’s Pondering on June 1, 2012.

I had lots of thoughts about what I should write today. Some of those ideas came from packing up my classroom and battling the “dust monsters” (Way too big to be dust bunnies!). A few of the ideas came from my favorite four-legged friend, Jasper, and his joy in me coming home “early” today. However, the topic I picked came from a short conversation at small group…. This discussion came from the “voices in my head”…. I honestly don’t know how it started…but somehow….during a time of us sharing concerns with which we wanted prayer. Oh, I know…I mentioned VBS…which led to my love of storytelling…which led to the “voices” I use when reading or telling stories.

A couple of the people in our small group (Andy & Martin) seemed to be new to hearing my voices, and they seemed to get quite a chuckle. Now, for those of you who don’t know me, let me take you back to the beginning. “In the beginning, God created the heavens and the earth.” Oops, I didn’t mean that beginning. At 5:15a.m. on July 8, 1970, a little girl was born to Jerry & Sharon Pflaumer. Oops! That’s the wrong beginning again. Back in 1984 (I think), my sister started dating a guy on the MHS basketball team, so I inherited her babysitting gig. For whom did I babysit? The four daughters of the Varsity basketball coach.

Gary and Ruth went to our church, and Ruth was a stay-at-home mom. So, the only times she was away from the littlest daughter was during morning worship and basketball games. Let’s just say that Kylie greeted me with crocodile tears and screams as Ruth would head out to the game. So, I developed a routine. I would immediately take her back to check her diaper. As she lay on the changing table still screaming, I created noises and voices. I would keep at it until the screams and tears became a smile…and sometimes even laughter. Ahhh, a new talent was created…thanks to the love of a child for her mother.

Over the years, those noises and voices have come in quite handy. Whether it’s teaching my third graders, leading DiscipleTown, storytelling at children’s ministry events, or manning a puppet or two…those “voices in my head” have been polished and used. As each school year passes, Mary and I read a lot of the same “read aloud” books to our classes. Mary laughs as a lot of the book characters have the “same voice” year after year. “Mrs. Jewels” in “Wayside School” always has an English accent. “Mrs. Gorf” from “Wayside School” has the same voice as “Grandma” from “George’s Marvelous Medicine.”

Funnier still is the fact that my students begin to ask for “other people” to teach math. There were many afternoons when someone would ask, “Can Mrs. Jewels teach us math today?” These voices come in handy. A friend of mine from school and church has two daughters and a son. His son would never talk to me more than a word or two when he was little. Then, one Easter, the church had an Easter Egg hunt where age groups would rotate through stations. I was the “storyteller”. So, I came in as “Farmer Fran” and used the Resurrection Eggs to share the gospel with each group. That day, Evan talked my ear off. He didn’t see me as “Miss Jodi” the teacher…or the adult…he saw and welcomed me as “Farmer Fran” the lady who talked funny and talked about colorful eggs.

However, there’s a more important Voice for me to share, and that would be the Holy Spirit. In fact, the chapter we discussed tonight in small group talked about how we live/think/speak according to the flesh or according to the Spirit. When we live according to the voice of our flesh, then our default setting is “all about me”. According to Romans 8:5-8, living according to the flesh (or the world) is death. This mindset is hostile to God and is unable to submit to God’s law.

Lots of “good people” do lots of “good things” without being “good” in God’s eyes because it is not for His glory. However, when we live according to the Spirit, we are led to life and peace. As a Christian, I have peace in knowing that “there is therefore now no condemnation for those who are in Christ Jesus. For the law of the Spirit of life has set you free in Christ Jesus from the law of sin and death.”

What a gift of grace! Yes, God has given me the unique ability to develop voices and characters. He can use this talent to teach His children and to bring Him glory. But…these “voices” are nothing absolutely nothing when compared to the Voice that called me to be His child. The Voice who made me His own. The Voice that I hope will say, “Well done by good and faithful servant.” Until then…I’ll use the “voices” for His glory…and the entertainment of my elementary students not to mention my small group.