Words of Wisdom

Ephesians 1:15-23 has always been one of my favorite passages in the Bible. John Piper is one of my favorite theologians and preachers. If you have time, watch the sermon link I've posted below. It will leave you challenged to consider and do something different and believe something more than what you think you know about the immeasurable greatness of God's power towards us (what does that even mean?!?!). As John Piper says, these things are too spectacular for any human mind to grasp. It's the Holy Spirit who alone can enlighten the eyes of our hearts so that we may know him.

The Immeasurable Greatness of His Power Toward Us


Enjoy and may you know more clearly the power that is at work in you!

My heart's desire this morning...

Fill my cup Lord,
I lift it up, Lord!
Come and quench this thirsting of my soul;
Bread of heaven, Feed me till I want no more
Fill my cup, fill it up and make me whole!

Wow, it's been a while. Sorry, faithful readers (all...none of you, hah). Life is catching up with me. The past couple of months have just flown by as the anticipation of the arrival of our daughter has taken precedence over much of my emotions and time (shopping, cleaning, preparing her room). To say the least, we are excited. I'm in the homestretch (2 weeks until her due date) and just waiting to go into labour any time now. Although, I haven't taken my mat leave just yet. I have a feeling that she's going to stay tucked in my uterus until the bitter end.

Aside from waiting for the baby to make her appearance, I've been uninspired and in a dry spell. Not sure why, though. I have some idea but it doesn't quite suffice for me. There's always a deeper issue to be prodded. I think I've just been complacent in my internal prodding and have settled for accepting this dry spell as it is.

On a brighter note, it's spring break tomorrow! I'm not sure what to do with myself but walking lots is definitely on my list ;)

Baby Bits

I thought I'd be able to get an extra hour of sleep this morning, but no. This little one already knows how to keep her momma up! I complain now of lack of sleep and physical uncomfortability; I can only imagine how worse it's still going to get.

But I know it's all worth it.

Ode to Insecurity (and I digress)

Insecurity, my long time foe:
It's been a while since that time I said no
to you. I've kept my distance and closed my thoughts
but now, vulnerable, I've unabashedly let you wrought
your need for control, your sly demeanor
your waste of time, and your 'compare yourself' endeavors
to render me stricken with stupid and ridiculous thoughts
like "What if," "How come," "It's not fair" dot, dot, dot.

You really are a waste of time
yet you know when to show up and how long to linger until I whine
that life's not fair and it sucks to be me;
I'm sinking again in a whirlpool of doubt and it's hard to see
that faith is the answer that dispels you, insecurity.
I know this as a fact, I've experienced what it's like to be free;
but I'm struggling again to fight for this reality.

God, help me - please - to remember that in you
I am secure, have peace, am loved, and am being made new.

Rants in my Pants

I've had a draining week, for a number of reasons. The first being that I'm pregnant. Not that I can blame being drained on the pregnancy, but I'm sure it's part of it. If I wasn't pregnant I probably wouldn't be as tired or as annoyed at students (those who honestly merit annoyance), and feel like I want to start my mat leave three months early. My students (but really there is only a handful of them) have been driving me crazy. I consider myself a pretty patient and good-natured teacher most, if not all, of the time. In my short career so far, I haven't had to deal with extreme behavioral or disciplinary issues because I usually find a way to build a good rapport with students - even the 'bad' ones - but having to put up with whiny twelve-year olds who do one or all of the following (sometimes at the same time), can make a person mad (as in the emotion and the mental state): act like they are two-years-old, complain when they can't find their pencil, whine (yes, just whine), cut paper, take apart pens and blow on the open hole, constantly exhibit eccentric behavior like clicking the roof of their mouths, 'explode' their binders, ask non-sensical, irrelevant questions or hypothetical question after hypothetical question, throw a pen across the room while I'm reading aloud to the class. These are some of the things I've had to deal with this week alone.

I hate kicking students out of my room and I try to avoid it as much as possible; but lately, it's becoming an every day routine. Is it my heightened impatience-as-a-result-of-pregnancy with those brats? Or have I actually reached my breaking point and age-limit I can and will teach?

I think it's both. I've often said seventh grade is the youngest I'll teach. Maybe it's a bit too young for me. Oh, how I miss the long forgotten maturity of teenagers!

The second reason why I've had a draining week so far is because I haven't been spending much needed time with the Lord. My days have been busy and I've opted to sleep early, watch TV, or *ahem* blog rather than find rest in solitude, prayer, and scripture. I know it and I know that is a huge factor in my lack of patience, lack of energy, and lack of motivation right now. I can't blame it all on being pregnant.

Thankfully, I've taken the day off tomorrow to attend to medical appointments and such. The ironic thing is, I hate taking days off (however entitled I am and even when I'm sick) because I worry about my kids not getting anything done with a substitute. How crazy am I?

Wonder Worker

That's God.

You just never know what He is doing behind-the-scenes, and when He'll reveal those wonders. His timing is always perfect.

Until then - believe, trust, pray, act, repeat.