It's been a big couple weeks in the heart of this Nebraska-girl.
Last Tuesday there was a phone call with a certain young man that lasted over 50 minutes. This soothed the fraying edges of my hopelessly romantic heart. His general concern for my well-being is comforting. Just yesterday I received a letter from said young man. These pieces of life that we keep sharing...I can't help but wonder at the greater picture. And still I pray that God's Hand sew the pieces into place without my own hand trying to force the pattern.
I also baked and delivered a cake that a new relative had ordered for her birthday. Baking is good for the hands that are itching to do. My hands have been so idle with unemployment that they were thankful for the fun task. Baking is also good for the inner homemaker in me that doesn't have a lot of opportunity to shine just yet.
This Tuesday I had an interview with one of the local elementary schools at 8 am. It had been so long since I turned in an application to the district that I had mostly forgotten about it, and had certainly thought it was a dead end. The interview went very well and I was expecting an answer sometime in the next couple days. Two hours later, I got a phone call from the administration building offering me the paraeducator position. All I could think to say was, "Wow, that was fast," to which the lady on the other end confirmed. With a thankful heart, I accepted the position and am excited to begin working with kids that are struggling with reading and math and other areas. This rejection-sick heart is glad to be accepting an offering, a calling.
When I look back at my past experience I see that God was whispering all along, Just wait, I've been preparing you for something specific. You have to trust Me to show you what you're supposed to be doing. Trust Me. And that trust was incredibly hard, but worth the wait. I've been a Writing Center tutor, I've been an administrative assistant, I've been a teacher's aid, I've been a person who struggled with reading at a young age. All of these things, and so many more, have been shaping me for this moment. God is good.
Wednesday I was able to spend some time with a few of the ladies in the family. We went to get pedicures, something I've never done before. It soothed the worry-weary heart by healing the dry-heat abused feet. There's something to be said for healthy feet--the washing and care-giving is Biblical, after all.
I fell asleep to thunder and lightning Wednesday night, and I slept easy knowing the thirsty ground was getting some much needed moisture. And this morning I was woken by thunder and lightning at 6 am, an hour before my alarm would go off, and I didn't mind at all.
My heart is abundantly thankful for the answers to so many prayers, for my heart was as thirsty as the land, and God is pouring out the rain and grace that we so desperately need. Let it rain.
"For greater things have yet to come, and greater things are still to be done in this City." [Chris Tomlin, God of This City]
Showing posts with label Mid-western girl. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Mid-western girl. Show all posts
Saturday, August 4, 2012
Wednesday, July 25, 2012
What can men do against such reckless hate?
This may be a little late in coming, nearly a week after the fact. Forgive me for the delay, but I've been mulling over the shooting that took place in Aurora, Colorado. Mulling and chewing and praying and...and wishing for peace.
Events like this always seems so far away from my home, the heartland of this nation.
When 9/11 happened I was safely tucked away in my fifth grade class at a rural school--it wasn't until later that I found out President Bush had taken refuge in Omaha.
The Von Maur shooting was closer to home, my cousin worked in that Omaha mall, and I believe she was working when it happened. Even that wasn't home though, and my head keeps saying that this kind of tragedy would never happen in my center of the heartland.
Aurora though... that should feel far away, but it doesn't. My brother is moving down there in less than a month now to go to school. There were kids from the school he will be attending in the Theater that night. A friend from college calls Aurora home and she knew one of the victims well. One of my dad's cousin's sons was in the theater that night. I know people who were there. People who know people who died.
And all I can think is, "How could this happen?" I have a hard time understanding how a man can come to the conclusion that the only way to fix whatever pain he is experiencing is to shoot down people--to fire over 70 rounds into an unsuspecting crowd of late-night movie-goers. How am I supposed to react to such "reckless hate?" I find myself wondering what I would have done had I been there...how would I have reacted? Would I have tried to save those around me with my body as a shield like so many mothers, brothers, and friends?
It's funny, I had almost let it go--the worry and self-questioning. I was on the phone last night with my German-praying friend when he asked, "How is the Colorado situation? Are you still thinking about going out there? I just didn't know how your parents would feel about everything with your brother moving out." I had long made my decision to not to move to Aurora with Josef, and I knew that Mom and Dad were worried. But we can't let things like this keep us from moving forward. (Now I don't know if this friend was concerned beyond the general niceties, but it was sweet of him to ask how my parents were feeling about everything.)
So, I guess to answer the question of "What can men do against such reckless hate?" we just keep moving forward. We can't let the hate keep us from doing what we know is right and true and just. We push forward.
"By all you hold dear on this good earth, I bid you stand!" [Aragorn, Return of the King (movie adaptation)]
Events like this always seems so far away from my home, the heartland of this nation.
When 9/11 happened I was safely tucked away in my fifth grade class at a rural school--it wasn't until later that I found out President Bush had taken refuge in Omaha.
The Von Maur shooting was closer to home, my cousin worked in that Omaha mall, and I believe she was working when it happened. Even that wasn't home though, and my head keeps saying that this kind of tragedy would never happen in my center of the heartland.
Aurora though... that should feel far away, but it doesn't. My brother is moving down there in less than a month now to go to school. There were kids from the school he will be attending in the Theater that night. A friend from college calls Aurora home and she knew one of the victims well. One of my dad's cousin's sons was in the theater that night. I know people who were there. People who know people who died.
And all I can think is, "How could this happen?" I have a hard time understanding how a man can come to the conclusion that the only way to fix whatever pain he is experiencing is to shoot down people--to fire over 70 rounds into an unsuspecting crowd of late-night movie-goers. How am I supposed to react to such "reckless hate?" I find myself wondering what I would have done had I been there...how would I have reacted? Would I have tried to save those around me with my body as a shield like so many mothers, brothers, and friends?
It's funny, I had almost let it go--the worry and self-questioning. I was on the phone last night with my German-praying friend when he asked, "How is the Colorado situation? Are you still thinking about going out there? I just didn't know how your parents would feel about everything with your brother moving out." I had long made my decision to not to move to Aurora with Josef, and I knew that Mom and Dad were worried. But we can't let things like this keep us from moving forward. (Now I don't know if this friend was concerned beyond the general niceties, but it was sweet of him to ask how my parents were feeling about everything.)
So, I guess to answer the question of "What can men do against such reckless hate?" we just keep moving forward. We can't let the hate keep us from doing what we know is right and true and just. We push forward.
"By all you hold dear on this good earth, I bid you stand!" [Aragorn, Return of the King (movie adaptation)]
Sunday, February 6, 2011
Most have seen too many winters...or too few
Memories I don't want to forget:
After I had tried to push my chair in after class, and grunted when it didn't work (this was a week ago):
"What's wrong, Anna? Are you frustrated? Tired? Upset?"
"All of the above." (It had been a rough week.)
"Awe...I'm sorry."
Thank you, Austin, for being a good friend.
While sitting at Claire's dining room table this morning:
"Anna, do you want some slippers or socks?"
"No thank you, I'm good."
"Oh, that's right. You're a Mid-western girl. Sometimes I forget."
Thank you, Claire's mom. I'm not entirely sure what that means, but it made me smile and realize that I am a Mid-western girl. And if that means that I'm tougher because I go bare foot, awesome. But really, it's just because I get too hot if I wear socks.
I navigated Omaha for the first time today. (It wasn't Omaha proper.) And I did it without a GPS unit because it wouldn't load the map for me. For the record, I made it to my destination going strictly from memory of what Claire's mom told me, which I hadn't really been paying attention to because I was counting on the GPS unit. And I didn't get even a little lost. Woah.
"I don't really like broccoli."
Neither do I, Claire's dad, but I ate all of mine... and I feel accomplished. And you know? It wasn't half bad.
"I thought, I could dress up for Anna."
Thanks Sara, you're so sweet, and so cute. I wish I could say that I dressed up for you and our Borders Coffee date... but I just didn't have any dry jeans, hence the skirt.
Great cream cheese frosting recipe:
1 stick of butter
1 package of cream cheese
3.75 cups of powdered sugar, sifted.
So......good. So, simple.
Watching the Lord of the Rings with Steph during the Super Bowl.... it's lovely.
"Now something is about to happen that has not happened for an age." [Treebeard, movie]
After I had tried to push my chair in after class, and grunted when it didn't work (this was a week ago):
"What's wrong, Anna? Are you frustrated? Tired? Upset?"
"All of the above." (It had been a rough week.)
"Awe...I'm sorry."
Thank you, Austin, for being a good friend.
While sitting at Claire's dining room table this morning:
"Anna, do you want some slippers or socks?"
"No thank you, I'm good."
"Oh, that's right. You're a Mid-western girl. Sometimes I forget."
Thank you, Claire's mom. I'm not entirely sure what that means, but it made me smile and realize that I am a Mid-western girl. And if that means that I'm tougher because I go bare foot, awesome. But really, it's just because I get too hot if I wear socks.
I navigated Omaha for the first time today. (It wasn't Omaha proper.) And I did it without a GPS unit because it wouldn't load the map for me. For the record, I made it to my destination going strictly from memory of what Claire's mom told me, which I hadn't really been paying attention to because I was counting on the GPS unit. And I didn't get even a little lost. Woah.
"I don't really like broccoli."
Neither do I, Claire's dad, but I ate all of mine... and I feel accomplished. And you know? It wasn't half bad.
"I thought, I could dress up for Anna."
Thanks Sara, you're so sweet, and so cute. I wish I could say that I dressed up for you and our Borders Coffee date... but I just didn't have any dry jeans, hence the skirt.
Great cream cheese frosting recipe:
1 stick of butter
1 package of cream cheese
3.75 cups of powdered sugar, sifted.
So......good. So, simple.
Watching the Lord of the Rings with Steph during the Super Bowl.... it's lovely.
"Now something is about to happen that has not happened for an age." [Treebeard, movie]
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