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I wrote this poem last night in the midst of a 'storm' I am currently battling. Lately it seems unending and so brutal. I am weary and so tired of this battle and yet, there is no end in sight. Please, friends, pray for me. Pray that I can give this storm over to God and not let Satan get me backed into a corner where I am most vulnerable. Into every life a little rain must fall, but what do I do when it starts pouring? When the sky is blue, the birds are singing and then the wind starts roaring? Out of nowhere the pain bowls me over and I have no chance to break my fall, And the force of it steals my breath and no one seems to hear me when I call. The tears start to fall as the hurt begins to build until I don’t know if I can take any more, And what started as a sprinkle with bit of wind suddenly becomes a torrential downpour. So I face the wind with my broken heart in my hands and wait for the storm to move on, And pray that maybe, just maybe, as the storm blows over, this ti

One of the highlights of teaching this year has been our Read Aloud time every day after lunch. I enjoy reading to my students so much! I love to watch their faces light up with joy when something good happens, their brows furrow when something bad is happening, and sit forward in anticipation when I get to a really good part. For several months, we read through all of the Ramona books by Beverly Cleary. I loved those books when I was younger and it was a wonderful experience to be able to share the stories with my students. Ramona always seemed to be getting into some sort of trouble, usually without even realizing it at the time! In one book, after having a particularly rough day, her mom comes to talk to comfort her as Ramona is crying her little heart out. Her mom asks what she can do to help Ramon and she replies fiercely, "Love me!" How many of us have issued that same plea in our own lives? I will be the first to admit that I have - often. We all want to be loved, it&#