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Valetines Day. Some of us LOVE it. Some of us LOVE to hate it. I will say I've been on both sides of the spectrum. This year.. drum roll...I'm a tad bit excited about Valentines Day. Mainly because I get to celebrate with 18, 3rd graders! partaay... . And yes, I'm getting them some sort of cartoonish Valentine and sugared treat. (and giving it to them exactly at 2:50; have fun mom and dad!!!) BUT generally, holidays come with mixed emotions. Valentines Day can make some of us hyper aware of our singleness and others hyper aware of their relational-ness. OR not, maybe you air on the side of avoiding.. but come on... there are ridiculous waits at restaurants, cards, and candy everywhere. you can't avoid it...Besides, I'm just verbalizing what you're probably thinking about.... Anywho. This post is not typical, no analogies really and maybe more rambling. I'm not in the marriage or dating boat, so I can't really speak into that.. bu...

Bless the Lord , O my soul, and forget not all his benefits, 3 who forgives all your iniquity, who heals all your diseases, 4 who redeems your life from the pit, who crowns you with steadfast love and mercy, 5 who satisfies you with good so that your youth is renewed like the eagle's.... 9 He will not always chide, nor will he keep his anger forever. 10 He does not deal with us according to our sins, nor repay us according to our iniquities. 11 For as high as the heavens are above the earth, so great is his steadfast love toward those who fear him; 12 as far as the east is from the west, so far does he remove our transgressions from us. Psalms 103:2-12 (6-8 are missing on here) Student of the month. Big honor, no doubt, I mean you get the chance to eat with the principal. Hello, cool points. Usually the student of the month is picked based on excellent conduct and grades, all the qualifications of ---grade A student. As we (my mentor teacher and I) were discussing it for ...

A week and a half ago, I was caught. Caught up with myself... gross. Weary with the semester and its demands, and concerned about deadlines and teaching evaluations. All the planning seemed like I was putting on a "show"(trained seal anyone), to get a good grade. To look good to someone who I will never see and have them evaluate my ability to teach which would in turn decide if I graduated (no pressure!?). And then the comparison of ...  there are others, more creative, more skilled than me. (well.. hello... of course there are!!)   In the midst of this, I forgot.    I forgot why I wanted to be a teacher in the first place.  I forgot that teaching really isnt about me.  It's about a Sovereign God who directed my steps to teaching inspite of my own self-determined will to be a nurse. It's about a God who orchestrated each detail of this semester to the minute details. Who has POURED out grace...