Day #3 involved going furniture shopping with my mom. I love Memorial Day weekend and the AMAZING sales that come with it. . . this beautiful furniture will be moving to Indianapolis in a few short weeks.
Who knows if this will actually happen but one of my goals (borrowed from my friend L) is to take a picture every day this summer. Some days multiple pictures will be taken, other days, I might have to get creative and take a picture of something REAL random. Some will be shared here, others will be well, stored on my computer for me to sort through later. So with that . . .
What better way to start off my summer than by going to the Brooks and Dunn concert?!?
Boot Scootin' Boogie (LOVED IT)
It's not a good concert with out Reba making an appearance! :)
My crazy friends who love country music!
I can confidently say that this summer is off to a fantastic start.
A funny thing about journaling is that whenever I need to recall how I was feeling/processing/enduring a certain situation many times I can flip through the archives of this blog or the pages of one of my numerous journals and find just what I was looking for.
10 years ago I gave a speech. My dad handed me my diploma and my time as a student in USD 285 had finally come to an end. If you would have told me on that night in May of 2000 that I would be finishing my fifth year of being a high school teacher in May of 2010 I would have laughed in your face. Destiny is a funny thing. Being a 4th generation teacher is who I am. And now 10 years later, May 2010 has rolled around. And graduation season is upon us once again.
There are students who walk into my classroom that teach me so much more than I could ever hope to teach them. They share their lives with me and I have the privilege of having a front row seat to see them grow, mature, struggle, and achieve during their time at SEHS. They challenge me. They inspire me. They are why I love my job.
“A teacher affects eternity; he can never tell, where his influence stops.” Henry Brooks Adams
We sang this song at church today. WOW! The words rocked me to my core. Circumstances aren't always what I want them to be but I can TRUST HIS HEART. If you need some truth, read on. If you need to be reminded of HIS faithfulness, read on. If things are yucky, read on. If things are good, read on. Here's to HOPE! Here's to the tapestry that He's weaving.
Trust His Heart:
All things work for our good though sometimes we can't see how they could struggles that break our hearts in two sometimes blinds us to the truth
Our Father knows what's best for us His ways are not our own So when your pathway grows dim, and you just can't see Him Remember you're never alone
God is too wise to be mistaken
God is too good to be unkind
So when you don't understand
When you don't see His plan
When you can't trace His hand
Trust His heart
He sees the master plan And He holds our future in His hands So don't live as those who have no hope All our hope is found in Him
We see the present clearly But He sees the first and the last And like a tapestry He's weaving you and me to someday be just like Him
Crazy changes happened on the inside but the outside was neglected. . .
but then.... my dad showed up with his chainsaw.
T & L brought shovels, rakes, clippers (i.e everything one could possibly need to do some serious damage to UGLY bushes, leaves and trash that have been hidden under said ugly bushes for far too long, and icky brick landscaping that had disappeared due to lack of care.)
So now I give you the new and improved FACE of Indianapolis. . .
There's still work to be done, but the face lift has officially begun!
Nestle (one of the few dogs in the world that I actually like) hanging out on my front porch, inviting you to come visit and see all the changes that are happening around here.