Tuesday morning during my morning Family Literacy Class, we had someone from the National Council for Family Literacy observe our class via Zoom. This happens a few times a year. The NCFL opened an office in my state and my class is funded by them.
I believe in giving my assistants experiences they can draw from in the future, so when I set up the breakout rooms, I looked at my assistant and said, “Hannah I am going to place Jessica, the NCFL person, in your breakout room for 15 minutes.” I might have neglected to let her know ahead of time I had been planning to do that.
My assistant did great just as I knew she would. Now she has that experience to draw from in the future when she is a teacher. I believe in empowering my assistants and volunteers and letting them rise.
My assistant will move to Texas later in the summer. She is applying for teaching jobs there. We have had a great year together. I have been trying to convince her to stay, but it is difficult to compete with the fact that her boyfriend soon to be fiance lives there. 🙂
My morning class ends in a few weeks, It has been a year unlike any year in my twenty plus years of teaching. Jesus blessed me with the perfect assistant for a year like this.
I love Your voice You have led me through the fire In the darkest night You are close like no other I’ve known You as a Father I’ve known You as a Friend And I have lived in the goodness of God
There have been many difficult moments in my life living with chronic illness, times of wondering how things would work out financially, concerns for people the Lord has given me to reach out to and more.
In the darkest times, Jesus has been there. God is always with us. God is always good, always providing, always watching over us.
I love this song as Britt Nicole sings of the goodness of God. I hope it blesses you as you begin your week.
Even the sparrow has a place to lay its head So why would I let worries steal my breath? Even the roses, You have glowed them brilliant red Still I’m the one You love more than this You give me everything You give me everything You give me everything I need
In all of creation, God values us above everything else. He see us, know us, and loves us. There is never a second that God is not watching over us.
Jesus taught that God knows what we need even before we ask. He knows our needs.
God knows our struggles in life. He knows our imperfections. Yet he loves us.
I love this song by Lauren Daigle because it reminds me that God is always watching over us.
God continually surprises me in the ways that he provides for me especially during this pandemic. He did it again this week through one of his daughters.
The back story is that I had an appointment with an ophthalmologist for an eye exam at the end of December. He prescribed some progressive lens glasses for me. So after years of going to a Dollar Store with a piece of paper to help me pick out which pair of $1 readers to buy, I went ahead and got the glasses ordered. I thought my stimulus check would come in time, but it did not show up and still hasn’t. My bank account was hacked last summer, so I had to go to the bank for them to close that account and open a new one. Consequently the IRS does not have my new account info to direct deposit the stimulus check.
I shared about it in a weekly update with my prayer partners for my ministry but did not list it as a prayer request. One of them puts together prayer requests for my church to email out each week and each week two missionaries are included. Well, she included me for this past week and listed the info about glasses as one of my prayer requests, which at first felt a bit embarrassing since I did not actually list it as a prayer request.
On Wednesday I had a phone call from a woman from church I had not seen since the shutdown. She saw the prayer request. She had received her stimulus check but had no need for it. She offered to pay for my glasses. We met yesterday and she gave me the money. We also had a wonderful conversation.
I went and got my new glasses after our time together. They will take some getting used to, but I am so grateful to God and to my sister in Jesus for the provision.
Last night my U.S. Citizenship class met for the final time until January 5th. Yesterday morning my morning Family Literacy class also met for the final time until January 5th. It is a wrap which in theater terms means- it is done. 🙂
1st off I want to thank Jesus for carrying me through the most challenging semester of teaching I have experienced in over 20 years!!!
I felt led to self isolate at home with the exception of being in my morning class or the brief endeavors in the market for food for the duration of the semester. Foremost in my mind was that my students depend on me to be there for them. I felt that I needed to protect myself from COVID so I could be there for my students.
I am so very proud of my students in my morning class. When the semester first began, I was not sure how they would respond to a blended class of some in class and some remote via Zoom. They all stepped up BIG TIME!!! They learned and accomplished so much,
I could never have gotten through the semester without the help of teachers and staff at the school where I teach, my friends in my Life Group from church, my other friends from church, and my blogging friends especially the ones I meet with in Blogger Chat on Saturday mornings.
So as I breathe a sigh of relief, I want to thank my colleagues at the school where I teach Family Literacy, my friends in my Life Group from church, my other friends from church, and especially my students. Thanks to all of you and most of all Jesus, I made it through this crazy COVID first semester!!!
Yesterday was a planning day for teachers, so we did not have class. I spent the day at home preparing lessons and other aspects of my class. It was a cloudy day and when I went outside to go to the store, it was raining mixed with snow. As I drove something caught my eye. There was a sign outside my building.
I noticed in the email the principle sent to us Thursday that his Friday plan was YSP. I had no idea what it was. Yesterday I realized it stood for Yard Sign Project. The principle and assistant principle drove around and placed a sign in the yard of each teacher and staff person of the school where I teach in the mornings.
We are at the end of the first semester with only 7 more school days before the Christmas break. After teaching ESL, English Second Language, for 23 years, I can certainly say this has been the craziest semester I have ever taught. It has also been in many ways the most rewarding as I see the moms in my class gain new skills. COVID has been an ordeal for everyone, but there have been positives come from it for me and my students.
If you want to encourage a teacher this year, don’t overlook the small things like a thank you note, a yard sign, a lunch delivery, and even a thank you email.
One thing I am thankful for is having an injection in my knee yesterday. That may sound a bit crazy but my hope is it delays surgery. I will have two more injections one each of the following Tuesdays.
They even gave me an early Christmas present too. I now have a brace to wear. Not one of those cheap ones a person buys at Walmart. This one is a serious brace. But it was not wrapped with a bow on it. 🙂
I had the opportunity to tell some jokes to the women working the front desk, the P.A. who gave me the injection, and the young woman who fitted me with the brace. As they read this, bloggers who join me for blogger chat on Saturdays might be rolling their eyes. They have been blessed with my jokes every Saturday morning. 🙂
All in all it has not been too bad of a year when it comes to doctors. I only saw two specialists and of course appointments with my GP. Any spoonie will tell you that a year almost free of seeing specialists is a good year.
So today I am thankful for injections in my knee. What are you thankful for?
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I have had a bad knee for a while. It is bone on bone. Walking is a drag in the literal sense as I tend to drag my leg sometimes. I had an appointment with an Orthopedic Surgeon yesterday. I thought he would say knee replacement surgery.
But I was granted a reprieve, sort of, for now. 🙂 lol
Instead it will be 3 injections, one a week for three weeks, to try to stave off said surgery until COVID clears up. As of now hospital beds are filling up with COVID patients in my city.
In the picture is me clowning around a bit when I had an injection in said knee this past June.
Does it sound weird that I am thankful to have injections? Well if it means avoiding surgery, at least for now, I am all for it. 🙂
As the surgeon was looking over my records, he said, “Maybe you should see an Endocrinologist.” My response was, “that might be a good idea.” But inwardly I was thinking more along the lines of, “ugh another specialist.” That is the life of a spoonie living with chronic illness. Life is a line up of appointments with specialists. Yes, I know one should be honest, but hey this guy might be doing a surgery on me in the future. 🙂
I am thankful the first injection will be the Tuesday before Thanksgiving and hopefully it won’t put a damper on my Thanksgiving plans.
Yesterday my team lost again. It is a long slow rebuild for what was once one of the most dominant college football teams.
Each time I checked my Facebook yesterday there were posts by people about the election. I ended up either unfollowing them or snoozing them for 30 days because that is not what I want to see on Facebook which is only about socializing for me, NOT politics.
So one would think it was a dismal day for me.
I spent most of my time writing while listening to worship music. I wrote my notes for John chapter 12 for my Life Group which took about 2 hours. I wrote some more in my book. And of course, I wrote this post.
Writing notes for bible study, writing a book that my hope is will help combat trafficking of children and young women, and writing my blog, all while listening to worship music, is an act of worship for me. My hope for writing is to glorify Jesus. When I write, I feel a connection with Jesus.
I am thankful Jesus wired me this way. He created me to be a creative person. It is expressed through writing, acting, and directing. Not artwork. I can barely draw stick figures 🙂