Read Angie's Thoughts

"Let all that I am wait quietly before God, for my hope is in him. He alone is my rock and my salvation, my fortress where I will not be shaken. My victory and honor come from God alone. He is my refuge, a rock where no enemy can reach me." Psalm 62:5-7 I realized today that I'm in a slump...a 'haven't been to church in a month' slump. I feel like I should be attending Church Missers Anonymous meetings. "Hi, my name is Angie and I haven't been to church in over a month." "Hi, Angie" (Applause) Can you picture the scene with me? Pretty pathetic. The sad part of it all is I can't even really identify what is keeping me from going to church. There was the Sunday I had school activities going on, but I could have gone in between my students' performance. Then there were a couple Sundays when the friend of mine who attends the church I'm trying was out of town and I used the old "I don't want to go alone" excuse, wh...

"...there was given me a thorn in my flesh, a messenger of Satan, to torment me. Three times I pleaded with the Lord to take it away from me. But he said to me, 'My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness.'" ~ 2 Corinthians 12:7-9   It's been one of those hard weeks for me, one where I find myself (AGAIN!) missing having a mom. Just writing that now brings tears to my eyes. I can go weeks where this doesn't bother me and just when I least expect it or begin to think I'm making some progress, *bam!* it hits me again. I get so frustrated - both with myself and with God. I get frustrated with myself because I'm 28 years old and I keep thinking that this shouldn't bother me anymore. Why can't I just get over the fact that my mom isn't a part of my life and move on already? Seriously! Why does it still bring tears to my eyes and an unbearable anguish to my heart after 25 years? I wish I could understand! I also get ...

For the past several weeks, my class has been studying Ancient Greece in history. We talked about some of the gods and goddesses, the Olympics (both in the past when they participated naked and now, when they wear clothes!) and the Trojan War. My class really got into the whole Trojan War, they even 'played' it at recess - one group would be the Persians and one group would be the Greeks. They just loved it. We ended our Ancient Greece study today by having  a 'Greek Day.' We wore togas and olive leaf wreathes in our hair and had a delicious authentic Greek meal. It was the perfect way to finish out the unit! While we were eating lunch, the mom of one of my students shared with me an incident that really showed just how much of an impact talking about the Trojan War had on her daughter. Last night they were at Walmart, over in the pharmacy section and all of a sudden, my student began saying (rather excitedly I might add) "Trojans! Look Mom, Trojans! Just like in t...