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A Woman Of Words

4 Apr

Over at Lisa-Jo’s, this week’s prompt is “WRITER.”

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As a child she sat on the front porch steps with the autumn leaves falling softly to the ground all around her… Daydreaming, the pictures in her mind as crisp as those newly fallen leaves. She wrote in her journal about stories and doodles and life.

As a teen she wrote of first love, and hurt feelings and giggles and growing up.

Later it was cards and encouragements, baby book entries, and snippets of poetry.

Writing was her thing, and she loved it. Words that allowed happy memories to flourish, and words that understood brokenness.

Powerful, they were…… those words.

Typed or penned or blogged. Private or public. Funny or sad.

Looking back she sees her life. She relives parts of the journey through the words that she wrote over the years.

She smiles, she cries….she remembers.

They are part of her.

A teller of stories. A woman of words. A developer of dreams.

She is, and always will be, a writer.

 

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It Wouldn’t Be Easy

3 Apr

This Thursday’s 4/3/14 writing prompt:
Carrying Your Cross

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What does it mean to carry your cross?

Then he said to them all: “Whoever wants to be my disciple must deny themselves and take up their cross daily and follow me. Luke 9:23  NIV

Then Jesus said to his disciples, “Whoever wants to be my disciple must deny themselves and take up their cross and follow me.  Matthew 16:24  NIV

Whoever wants to be my disciple must deny themselves.

Jesus knew that wouldn’t be easy.

He knew that choosing to follow Him would cost.

That taking up one’s cross would be difficult. Somedays more difficult than others.

Called to be different than the world around us.

Called to be His.

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Hot Tea and Old Movies

2 Apr

I think I am getting sick. Coughing. Chest congestion. Bummer. I really do not have the time or inclination to be sick. Mind over matter, right?

Life is sometimes that way. Just as I’m plowing through, getting things done on the list, trying to get ahead….boom… I’m sick and tired. And sick of being tired. Sigh.

I think that for today I’m turning off. Tuning out. Resting.

I might make myself a hot drink, wrap up in a blanket and watch old movies, like Steel Magnolias (which I just found on NetFlix).

 

“Come to Me, all who are weary and heavy-laden, and I will give you rest. “Take My yoke upon you, and learn from Me, for I am gentle and humble in heart; and you shall find rest for your souls. “For My yoke is easy, and My load is light.”   Matthew 11:28-30 

Today I Am Thankful

31 Mar

I was outside, walking the dog, when my attention was drawn to the field across the road. A dozen deer were grazing quietly in the early morning sunlight, streaks of purple and pink in the sky behind them. Ever so quiet, frozen in a perfect picture moment. I ran inside to grab my camera. It is for moments like these that I enjoy getting up early. God is always giving me beautiful pictures of His creativity.

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Today I am thankful for: 

*honking geese flying low

*sunlight sparkling on the winter lake

*deer grazing in the field across the road

*quiet morning when the world is just waking up

*purple and pink sky

*fuzzy kitten curled in my arms

*barking dog

*praying with my son

*safe travels

*a job interview for one

*a new job for another

*a husband still wrapped up in sleep

*Spring Break

*a college tour

*handsome senior pictures

*God, who makes all things possible

 

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Mighty Warrior

28 Mar

And the word for Five Minute Friday today? It’s MIGHTY because you are.

Ready, set, go!  Write…….

 

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The word mighty, by definition, means possessing great and impressive power or strength. Honestly, it would not be the word I would choose to describe myself. On most mornings, the best I can do is push the covers back and face the day after washing away the sleep and brushing my teeth. I find my comfy jeans and t-shirt, and pad out to the kitchen in my stocking feet. The dog needs walked and fed and I need to find something to eat, before I check my email. Nothing yet that is showing great and impressive power……..

Then I am reminded….right there on the front porch in the still dark hour, the wind whipping my hair all wild.

Mighty is not my own power and strength, but He who lives in me.

I am a child of the King!

I am a warrior!

I am an overcomer!

I have been crucified with Christ and I no longer live, but Christ lives in me. The life I now live in the body, I live by faith in the Son of God, who loved me and gave himself for me. Galation 2:20 NIV

 

Wounded

27 Mar

*Today’s Thursday’s 3/27/14 Writing prompt : 
Wounded
This prompt is inspired by themes of Lent. Week #3 of {The Journey Series}, the journey to Easter.

 

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Wounded. A difficult word to write about. To be honest, I don’t enjoy writing about topics that come from the word, wounded.

Wounds aren’t like scratches. Wounds aren’t fixed by a Band-aid. They are deep and often times painful. In most cases it takes a long time, if ever, for a wound to heal….and scars can still show as reminders of what happened.

There are a multitude of the walking wounded wandering through this life. It doesn’t take much to notice them, if one walks with their eyes wide open.

Jesus understood the wounded. The downcast. The hurting. He met them where they were at. He gave them hope where there seemed to be none. He gave them love when they felt unlovable. He healed the brokenhearted.

As Christians our goal should be to be more like Jesus, reaching out to a wounded world…

Showing them the love of The Great Physician who binds hurts and heals even the deepest of wounds.

He heals the brokenhearted and binds up their wounds. Psalm 147:3 NIV

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We Need To Get Over Ourselves

26 Mar

I read something recently that left me feeling uneasy. The article contained some controversial material, but what really bothered me was the way Christians were fighting with each other. It grieved my heart. There is a world watching us, and when we fight amongst ourselves, tear each other down, what does that tell the greater population? Now, I’m not saying believers should ever water down the gospel of Jesus Christ. I am not saying to compromise core values and beliefs. What I am saying is that, as Christ followers, in many circumstances we need to get over ourselves. We are not, nor have we ever been, perfect. Sinners…..each of us, deserving of Hell.

I am a sinner…saved only by the unmerited grace of a living and loving God. I never deserved Christ’s forgiveness and I sure couldn’t earn it. In fact scripture reminds me that, “All of us have become like one who is unclean, and all our righteous acts are like filthy rags; we all shrivel up like a leaf, and like the wind our sins sweep us away.” Isaiah 64:6  NIV   In other words, none of us are perfect and even when we try to do “the right thing”, we can never meet the standards of a Holy and Just God. That is the whole reason Christ came to this broken, sin cursed world. He came to save us. We needed Him to stand in the gap between us and God. When God looks at me, He no longer sees Dawn covered in her sin, but He instead looks at me in the shadow of His perfect and righteous Son. Jesus has me covered.

Instead of arguing and condemning, maybe we need not be so scared to extend grace to others. The more we, as individuals, realize how lost we were before Christ found us, the more likely we will be to give a hand to others who are desperately in need of Him.

 

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Hear His Voice

25 Mar

We are so used to the cacophony of our busy days that….

quiet can leave us uneasy.

 

Don’t be scared of the silence.

Sometimes the Creator of the universe comes to us in the quiet.

He whispers in the gaps of the every day.

We need to be still so we can hear His voice.

 

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He who dwells in the shelter of the Most High will rest in the shadow of the Almighty.  Psalm 91:1 

If Only

24 Mar

 

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I’ve got a ton of things to do.  There is not enough time in the day. I’m sleep deprived. I’m stressed out and overwhelmed and want to just crawl into a corner and suck my thumb. Okay, maybe it isn’t really that bad. I won’t revert back to childhood, although I have to say it was a lot less busy and a whole lot less stressful.

Life has a way of making me feel like I am constantly running on a never-ending treadmill. Sigh. If only I can make it through the day. If only I can make it through the week. If only I could make it through the year. If only, if only, if only…….

The “if only’s” zap me of the here and now. I overlook the current moments, if I’m always fixated on the “if only”. I don’t want to be that way. Life will still remain busy and honestly, it can get stressful. With that said, if I will slow down and take a moment to thank God for all the good, the mood changes. Yeah, I’ll still be busy, but my perspective will have changed.

My focus will be in the right place.

1 Chronicles 16:8 - Oh give thanks to the LORD, call upon His name; Make known His deeds among the peoples.

Lord, thank You!

Thank you for……..

*sunshine

*the fresh start to a new week

*hugging my son before he leaves for the morning

*a job interview for son

*soft pillows

*warm socks

*dinner with my husband

*conversation with my husband who tells me “I’m always on your side”

*God who chose me

*living in His unending grace

 

 

Joy In The Everyday

21 Mar

Five Minute Friday: Joy

Writing for five minutes and and only five minutes….

Ready. Set. Go!

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Joy is a choice and I choose to live it.

Happiness is not the same thing as joy. Happiness can be fickle and fleeting, triggered by emotion. Unpredictable and unsteady.

Joy is different. Joy is from God and about God and because of God.

I think back over the moments of my life and realize that where there was joy–there was God.

At 11 years old, I walked to the front of the small church and told the pastor that I knew I needed Jesus as my personal Lord and Savior. There was indescribable joy at knowing that I was now a child of the King!

The birth of my son, the gift of motherhood. The first moment I held him, I cried tears of joy. Thankfulness flooded my heart.

The joy of knowing that my chronically ill husband was now standing in the presence of God. He was healthy and whole and through the tears my heart knew.

The joy of new love and finding a best friend.

The joy and awe of standing on the edge of The Grand Canyon, Zion and Bryce Canyons, taking in the amazing view of the Grand Tetons, driving across the Nevada desert, wading in the Atlantic off the coast of Rhode Island, listening to the Pacific waves crash on a beach in Costa Rica, savoring the views of my very own piece of heaven, here in the country.  There is joy in nature, God’s handiwork.

Joy in the everyday because God is here.

 

 

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