I am enjoying a much needed Christmas break. My school kids are celebrating with their families, and I am joyously with mine.
Sarah has come to be with us, of course. She flew in from California more than a week ago. Her husband, Brian, was to join us on Christmas Eve. But snow covered the mountain that he must cross to get to the airport. It continued to fall and the wind blew. The road was closed and Brian was turned back, causing him to miss his flight.
The Air Force base on which they live is three hours from their closest airport. That is if everything goes perfectly. It didn't. He had allowed five, but it wasn't enough. He missed his flight. Sadness.
They rebooked Brian's flight for Christmas Day. This time he left so early that he slept most of the night in his truck at the airport. But he made his flight. And he was reunited with his bride and family before Christmas Day had ended. We were together and all was well....
Oh no! What we gonna do?
The king likes Daniel
More than me and you!
I used to think everyone needed to like me.
I really thought it was a Godly thing. That it was a keeping of my testimony. That a Godly testimony was to be thought of in a positive way by every single person who had ever crossed my path. I was pretty successful at it, too.
I arrived at the mid-point in my life and didn't have an enemy in the world. Oh, there were a few people for whom I had lost respect and I personally didn't really care for or trust. But even they did not know that. I kept such thoughts to myself. I am not very confrontational. I had very early training in such things.
Romans 12:18 "If it be possible, as much as lieth in you, live peaceably with all men."
Proverbs 16:7 "When a man's ways please the Lord, he maketh even his enemies to be at peace with him."
I take the Word of God very literally. I tend to take most everything literally. ...
I am asked the same questions over and over again these days. Private messages through the 'Contacts' page of my website. Or PMs through Facebook.
Where am I? Where did I go? Am I okay? Why am I not blogging?
I don't have time to write. I don't even have time to answer these questions. I teach sixth grade. Nuff said. I began mid-year, adding to my challenges. My days are incredibly full. But I tell my kids the reason why. I tell them that they have disrupted my life. That there aren't enough hours in the day to do the things that are needful. That I have had to prioritize.
And that I chose them.
My thirty-one reasons for not blogging. Thirty-one incredible reasons. Maybe someday I'll have time to tell you just how incredible. And how it is that I have fallen in love. Thirty-one more times.
About the twelve-year-old boy who trusted Jesus on just our third day together. About how he will be...