Lilley of the field

Today, I had the honor of serving communion for the first time at our church. I have served it before at camp to campers, but not in a sunday morning church service setting. It was so sacred, powerful, and holy. I just kept saying it: This is the body of Christ broken for you. This is the body of Christ broken for you. This is the body of Christ broken for you. This is the body of Christ broken for you. This is the body of Christ broken for you. This is the body of Christ broken for you. And all of a sudden I was so overwhelmed by what I was saying and what that meant for myself and each person who I was saying it to that tears came. Beautiful, joy-filled tears. Afterward I thought of all the things God does for us. This is the sun, risen for you. These are the stars that shine for you. These are the mountains carved for you. These are the trees to bring shade for you. This is the moon to light the darkness for you. These are the flowers to bring joy for you. This is

Lessons of the week. I learn so much during the week at school, but sometimes I don't take time to digest what I learn. I just fly to school, around school, from school, home to start/ finish house projects, cook and eat dinner, and on to sleep to do it all over again. So, I am digesting some thoughts I've had this week. Teaching kids with disabilities can be both incredibly discouraging and incredibly encouraging for many reasons. Without going into too much detail for some reasons, I will simply say it is a hard job to do when you are a people pleaser. Sometimes I can feel so uplifted by someone's comment and other times I feel so attacked and discouraged. It is hard to please parents and staff, although at the end of the day, I am probably my worst critic. After a particularly discouraging day this week I was reminded that I am not the judge. I cannot judge a parents actions, a staff members actions, or even my own actions. I must do the best I can and with the Lor

Did you sing that line in your head when you read the blog title? That's what I was singing... Anyhow, I am so thankful for our community. I am really experiencing true community at DCF the way I have never experienced before. Some of these thoughts have come about because I am excited to be a prayer partner and a part of the food team for the new film that our pastor has written and is directing. Filming starts tomorrow! I was telling Aaron how neat it is that our church body has been so supportive in helping him raise money, volunteering their time, and giving him time away from speaking for the next few Sundays so he can focus on the film. I said, "Wow, filiming starts tomorrow. It's like a dream come true," (at least, I am assuming so...)  He said, "Yea, they [dcf] really rally around people dreams. Like our house and helping out with that." It sounds cheesy at first to "rally around people's dreams", but on the other hand that is communi

So I have played around with the idea of starting a blog for a little while. But I didn't think I had anything interesting to blog about... there's already lots of great blogs with clever crafts, delicious food, cute married people, house renovations, sewing projects, and pretty photographs. I am not on an out-of-the-country mission trip, I am not having a baby, I am not going through a particularly difficult trials, I am not a great writer. What do I possibly have to add? Well, nothing, I still have not had a great epiphany of what I can add in my posts. (Side note: writing about my classroom would be hilarious/ moving/ inspiring all at the same time, but alas, I cannot write many of those stories down due to privacy, but never the less, if I have an encouraging story or craft or thought that I can share from my classroom, it will be in here.) But I did realize today, it doesn't matter if I have something worthy to say. In fact, on my own I have nothing worthy to say, but