Thursday, June 29, 2017

Bound

I had been a member of NRBC since I was 11 years old. Though I moved away in college, and eventually joined another church once we settled in Greensboro, I came home again to NRBC when we moved back to Richmond. After 17 years of service, we felt the call to leave. It has been one of the hardest leaps of faith I have taken thus far in my life. 

As I stood among the rows of pews at SMRBC, I could feel it...a feeling of peace yet containment. A feeling of comfort in the midst of turmoil. Previously when I tried to explain what it meant to be bound in worship, I was met with confused looks. The word itself, bound, has a negative connotation. Society often thinks of bondage or restriction, however, this was not what happened with me. For me, being bound meant that I was wrapped securely in His love. I was subdued but never once defeated. I was quiet but never once silenced. I was still but never once unsteady. 

Sitting in the worship services, I have been so hungry for the Word as well as its development in my life. I look forward to this journey! 

Wednesday, May 4, 2016

A rant

I am not sure why I feel the need lately to rant, but it is there. Maybe it is caused by my girl...I know I should not get annoyed when boys are....well, just boys, but I cannot help it. I want nothing other than my girl to be happy and loved. Young love is hard. Throw in social media (Instagram, Snapchat, Twitter, FB), texting, prom, break-ups and high school drama, and it equals strife.

There is too much negativity today on social media; what is going on lately? Social media sites have become a playground for complaints. What good can come of that? NONE! And don't even get me started on complaining. Living positive is a choice - sometimes you have to fake it until you make it. Seriously. Put your best foot forward. If you are in a bad mood when you wake up, go back to bed. If you can't go back to bed due to life's obligations, then make the best of it. No one wants to be pulled down by negativity. (lol Maybe I should listen to my own advice since this post is a bit on the negative side....or is it just my normal sassy-ness coming out??)

Nevertheless, the most solid advice I can give is to make the best of it. Don't make matters worse by overthinking the situation. Think about the other people involved. Don't hurt someone else's feelings. Stand up for what you believe. Defend the ones you adore. Love one another. Be real. Tweet positive. Make a new friend. Accept people for who they are. Be willing to be vulnerable. Take a chance. Be willing to share...but don't cheat. Be real. Love Jesus.

This advice might be hard. Let's face it - who wants to be real in a world of fake? But, you will be happier when you are being true to yourself.

Tuesday, April 5, 2016

Over the past few days, I have felt it. The words are waiting to pour out of me. I am not sure what provoked it exactly - teenage drama in my household? Stress at work? Illness in my family? Unrest in my soul? Whatever the culprit, the words are bubbling - waiting to escape. Do I write an advice column? My students think I should write a book full of advice - apparently I have had some life experiences that have made my "wisdom" valuable - or humorous - not sure which.

Or, do I write about reaching this point in my life - do I finally get it? Is there really such a thing as a mid-life crisis? If so, am I in the middle of it? Is this what crisis looks like? Gosh, I hope not. I just have a few things I need to figure out. Like do I go on a diet and drink Medifast shakes and drop weight in metaphorical snap of my fingers, or do I join Weight Watchers? Or join a gym? Or eat a chocolate bar? Whatever it is, I need to get over my inhibitions. I am ready to bear my soul - I am just worried about who I might offend in the meantime. Will my teenager be ready for aspects of her life to be shared? Will my sweet, compassionate husband be ready to listen to my rants in person and now on "paper," too?

So much to consider, so many things to say...

Thursday, February 5, 2015

Thankful

There are many days when my job stresses me out. I put a lot of pressure on myself; I have high expectations for my students. I am not perfect, nor do I claim to be. I have learned to laugh at myself for my mistakes as well as celebrate my successes. At the end of the day...each day...I can honestly say I love what I do. My prayer for you is that you can say the same. smile emoticon ‪#‎blessedteacher‬

The above is my current Facebook status. In the wake of another crazy busy week, I needed time to reflect. This is what I have done this week:
  • Monday: lobby the General Assembly to encourage our delegates and senators to increase teacher pay, reduce the number of SOLs our students need to take, and help reduce our health insurance costs by adopting a statewide health insurance plan for teachers, among other initiatives
  • Monday afternoon: ship 62 pages of the yearbook for our deadline (worked until 7pm)
  • Monday afternoon: meet with the newspaper editors to review the work done on our paper deadline
  • Monday night: re-edit the school newspaper 
  • Tuesday morning before school: upload our newspaper for publication with our publisher in the valley
  • Tuesday: start the underclassmen deadline in yearbook with my J2 (newbies) journalists; start the theme deadline for my upperclassmen in yearbook
  • Tuesday: teach concession/counterargument in English class
  • Tuesday: teach/review layout terms for newspaper in Mass Comm
  • Tuesday night: attended the SBO budget meeting
Whew! I am only at Tuesday! I am proud of what I accomplished in just two days.

  • Wednesday morning - 9am: I am thankful that I saw one of my newspaper kids sign on National Signing Day to play football for Va Tech. Austin is great person, and I know he will succeed because he puts his all in to it!
  • Wednesday English classes: persuasion, concession, counterargument! My kids were really into this lesson. One of them sent me a message on Twitter asking if they could further debate the topic in a Socratic Seminar.
  • Wednesday night: church supper; church choir - got my worship on!
  • Thursday 8:15am: distributed the newspaper! The student body loved this issue. My staffer reporters were excited to see students walking through the hallways reading the paper and discussing the issues! Several tweeted positive comments.
  • Thursday yearbook 8:30-11:45: worked with our awesome and talented yearbook rep, Denise, to discuss our book's progress. This meeting was super intense and lasted close to three hours! What?! We were able to accomplish so much and correct our design problems. YAY!
  • Thursday English: a bit of a downfall; I could not find a set of handouts. My classroom can be somewhat of a black hole. I wonder if other journalism teachers can relate? The papers are no where to be found. I have the papers the day before when I taught concession/counterargument. The only thing I can figure is that the handouts were chucked when my newspaper staff and I cleaned up the room. Ugh! I felt frazzled and discombobulated. The lost papers threw off the start of the lesson and created a few awkward moments for me. I know that I cannot always be a great teacher, but I sure strive to be. I have really beaten myself up for this mistake today. I definitely need to let it go. The lesson turned out okay; I was able to still do some of the work I planned, but I had to be some creative juggling.  
I am not sure why I am detailing all of this information; maybe it is to serve as a reminder for why I am so tired but yet so fulfilled. Sometimes I have to remind myself to look on the bright side, to stay positive. Other days I don't need to be reminded. I am grateful for a job where I can do what I love while trying to make a little bit of difference in a kid's life. I may not get it right every day, but I am thankful that God has given me a new day to try it again. 



Monday, March 3, 2014

Snow Days and Crazy Weather

While the snow days have definitely caused me some stress this year (SOL testing and yearbook deadlines), I love the traditions that a snow day brings. Sledding with friends, baking cookies, walking up the road to visit loved ones...my days are complete when I can spend time doing the things I love.

However, there is a bit of reality that strikes sometimes, too. I do take time to grade papers, wash laundry and clean my house.

Yesterday the weather was so warm we could enjoy being outside in our shirt sleeves. (It was 74! Hard to handle the 50 degree difference we experienced today!) We ventured to Crump Park to visit with the animals and to look for snakes and other creatures. You guessed it, Allen and his family were with us. I've posted a few pics for all to enjoy.
This is Luke the snail that Allen found and Hannah adopted for a few hours. He was a cute little bugger.


The beauty of the woods.

Hannah and Emily "play" a game of checkers while Jaden and Nala look on.

Meet Hamilton the mule. I really wanted to go back to the park today. The mules have a building for shelter (in the background), but they often choose the outdoors. I am sure they were beautiful this morning covered in snow.



Hope that you, too, have enjoyed your time off today.

Sunday, March 2, 2014

Hope

Today our pastor spoke on Hope. Do you have hope? Do you have peace and joy? My faith in Christ and personal relationship with him reminds me that I have hope for tomorrow and hope today. I continued reading today after church, and I was reminded that struggles and strife remind us that we have hope through Christ. Through the trials of my life, especially our five lost pregnancies, I am reminded that God is doing a good work in me. And, over the last ten years, I have been able to reach out to other moms who have suffered loss, too. This ministry is definitely one I wish I did not have, but I am thankful that I have been able to be a support to so many others.

I ask you today, where does your hope come from? Do you have hope? Do you have peace? Joy? Love? If not, I invite you to talk to me about my Christ and my relationship with Him.

"I have a hope! I have a future!
I have a destiny that is yet awaiting me.
My life's not over, a new beginning's just begun,
I have a hope, I have this hope!

God has a plan, it's not to harm me,
But it's to prosper me and to hear me when I call,
He intercedes for me, working all things for my good,
Though trials may come, I have this hope.

I will yet praise Him, my great Redeemer,
I will yet stand up and give Him glory with my life.
He takes my darkness and turns it into light,
I will yet praise Him, my Lord, my God.

There's still hope for me today 'cause the God in heaven loves me.

I have a hope, I have this hope."

-Tom Walker
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uSbJtqYow3Q&noredirect=1

Saturday, March 1, 2014

40 years?

How it is possible that in less than 10 days I will turn 40? To be cliche, it feels like just yesterday that I was 25. I guess time really does fly when you're having fun - or just living life!

As I teenager, I remember thinking that 40 was ancient - that no one had a life at 40. Thankfully, I realize now that thought was incorrect! Over the past 40 years I have learned patience, found a stronger faith in God, and learned to bite my tongue more often. I am certainly more assertive than aggressive, have more wisdom to offer, and have acquired a taste for red wine. My life no longer centers around me but revolves around my family and those whom I hold dearest. I realize being alone is not the same as feeling lonely; that love at first sight does exist (DAVID!); that it's okay to leave the laundry for a week; that I cannot be perfect at anything. My microwave needs to be cleaned again, my dog sheds too much (so does the fluffy cat), my mom really knows a lot about life, and life is fleeting. As 40 creeps closer and closer, I realize that my parents are getting older and won't be here forever like I thought when I was little. But, my mom still makes me chicken noodle soup when I am sick and my dad calls me at night to check on me.

As I enter the last week of my 30s, I will celebrate the people around me who love me just as I am. And I will love my age, despite my trepidation of turning the big 4-0. Cheers!!

Thursday, September 5, 2013

Tired

Today I am tired. Do you ever have those days? I have not slept well for the past few nights - I have too much on my mind apparently. My girl started high school on Tuesday. And, the school year began again for me too. I am definitely excited to kick off another school year. I truly love my job, and I know that teaching high school is my calling.

But today I am just tired. I think it is time to go home and take a nap.

Monday, June 24, 2013

Dollbaby

            Dollbaby. That's what he called me. I remember Granddaddy's special way of eating grapefruit - glasses on to prevent the acidic juices from attacking his eyes. I remember his special blue recliner where he would gracefully lounge for his Sunday afternoon naps. No work was allowed on Sundays as it was - and still is - the Lord's day. I remember that blue recliner as his cradle for entertaining guests once the diagnosis came - fatal, terminal lung cancer.
            Even as his days grew harder, he didn't hesitate to be the stern but loving disciplinarian. As the oldest grandchild, I was often held responsible for younger cousins' (and brother's) actions. This time was no different. We thought we would be sneaky and throw dirt clogs at passing cars. (Why we ever thought that was a good idea, I still do not know.) And, hit a car we did. Except it wasn't a sweet little old lady driving the car. It was a cantankerous, white-bearded man with a boat of a car. We hit that car squarely on the driver's side window. Immediately the driver slammed on his brakes. And immediately the three of us made a beeline for the barn. We scrambled to the loft and peered through the old barn's slats to spy on the happenings.
            As the man climbed out of his car, we trembled with fear. Granddaddy met him at the back door. Though we couldn't hear the words, we could certainly read the body language. After what seemed like hours, but was probably mere minutes, the man left, and we crept out of the barn.
            With my head hung low and my tail tucked between my legs, I cautiously walked up onto the back stoop. Granddaddy was waiting for me. Though I can't recall his words of correction, I do remember the shame I felt from his admonition. I vowed to never displease him again. (I also remember the threat of a switching if I pulled a stunt like that again.)
            It wasn't long after that moment that the cancer got the best of him. As he was waiting for the ambulance to come take him to the hospital, he called me into the parlor. As he sat on that narrow, rented, borrowed hospital bed, he witnessed to me. He shared how Christ was the center of his life. That he wasn't afraid to die because he knew without a doubt that he would live eternally in Heaven with Jesus.
            When the ambulance attendants came to carry him away, I slipped away out the front door. I couldn't stand the thought of seeing him strapped to the stretcher. This man, who called me dollbaby, living in a broken body.
            As the ambulance circled around the driveway, I knew deep within my eight-year-old heart that the moments I had just spent with him would be the last I would spend with him alive. And I said a silent good-bye again, one last time.

 

Friday, November 2, 2012

High school...down in the parking and up the ramp

Since tonight was part one of my 20-year high school reunion (ahh!), it is only fitting that I write about a high school memory. There were many fun times at Hermitage, but I think my best memories involve music. Tonight, during the tour of the school, I had to visit the music rooms and take that walk up the ramp to the commons.

Of course, the memory that flashed before me was an embarrassing one. Ha! Walking into school one day before Christmas break, I fell in the parking lot coming into the school. The orchestra students were performing with the band students for the Christmas concert so I had to bring my violin to school. There was some icy slush in the parking lot, and guess who slipped on it? Yep, me! I was walking into the building with a friend, who, when I fell, nearly peed his pants laughing at me. My skirt was drenched and my pride was wounded, but I was doubled over with laughter, too. :)

Thursday, November 1, 2012

A month of memories

     When I was a kid, my family traveled back and forth from Manassas to Richmond at least once a month. Allen and I often played games during the trip to pass the time in the car. Our favorite games included competing to see who could find the most out-of-state tags and the alphabet game. Mom used to trick us into playing Quiet as a Mouse - seeing who could remain silent the longest. Years later, with a sly smile, she acknowledges I would hardly stop talking so she had to come up with some type of plan for a few moments of peace. I am sure my incessant talking drove both of my parents crazy! But, I love thinking back to those fun road trips. We would often travel the "hilly road" home. My stomach would fill with butterflies as we swooped around a turn and soared over a hill in the next moment. Talk about a homemade rollercoaster! As the fall season approaches and we begin to count our blessings during this month of thankfulness, I am thankful for my memories and how they have molded my life. Each day this month I plan to focus on a memory to share. Hope you enjoy my walk down memory lane. Happy reading!


Wednesday, August 29, 2012

Nana's favorite chair

The blue plush armchair, my Nana's favorite chair, sat in prominent location in the tiny room. Nana would sit for hours in this chair in the latter years of her life. As she sat in this chair, it was as if she transformed into a queen. She would occasionally bark order at me to get her something to drink or to find her a book on the shelf.

One of my last memories of her sitting in the chair happened when I provided a impromptu mini fashion show for her. Our church was celebrating our 175th anniversary and members were encouraged to dress up in clothes from era's past. Having played in her closet as a child, I remembered fingering the fabric of long dresses and polyester pants and shirts as I imagined myself in a faraway land. Rummaging through her closet upstairs, I rediscovered her treasure trove of goodies. Muumuus and faded sundresses lined the second rack of the closet. Each fit me perfectly.

As I modeled the clothes, she laughed while telling memories of moments long past that the clothes triggered. As she sat like a queen on her throne, she marveled at how life had passed so quickly for her.

After that day, Nana seemed to deteriorate quickly. Her legs seemed to stop carrying her as steadily, and she remained on her throne more frequently. But, like a true queen, even in her last days of life, every hair was in place, a tissue was readily accessible, and a tube of lipstick was within arm's reach.

Saturday, February 25, 2012

Bestest Friends Forever

When I first met my best friend, Kristie, I was alone and scared. I was just 11 years old.

It was a beautiful summer evening; Dad and Mom sat me and Allen down for a family discussion. They told us we were leaving Manassas - the town were I was born, the town were all of my friends lived - and we were moving to Richmond. Mixed emotions filled my heart; all of my family lived in Richmond, so I was excited to move closer to them. But, the kids with whom I started preschool would no longer be a part of my daily life.

Dad told us we would start the school year in Manassas and then move in January. So, I started my sixth grade year at Stonewall Jackson Middle School. I tried out for cheering - and made it. I ran for class representative - and was elected. My little sixth grade social life was starting off in grand fashion. I tried not to dwell on the fact that I would be moving in just a few short months.

Sure enough, January rolled around. My parents were building a house, but it was not yet complete so we lived with Grandma for three months. I clearly remember the day the moving truck pulled out of our driveway in Manassas. Tears streamed down my face....apprehension hid in my heart.

Believe it or not, the first day of school was delayed due to the weather. A fierce winter storm rolled in and kept me from starting my new school for another few days. The apprehension grew.

The fateful day finally arrived. I don't remember much of my schedule any more, in fact, I don't remember when I had gym. I just remember I had gym my first day at my new school. I didn't have a gym uniform yet, so I had to sit on the bleachers while the rest of the class changed. I was lonely and nervous; yes, even me, as outgoing as I am, I was nervous and lonely....but not for long.

I tried not to pay much attention to the class as they entered the gym. However, in the next moments, my life changed forever. This bundle of energy came bounding up the bleachers to sit next to me. She introduced herself and her friends to me. From that moment on, we were inseparable. Since we had a few classes together, I had someone to sit with and talk to. I had someone to look out for me. And I had someone I could look out for, too.

I will always be grateful for my bestest friend. When I needed someone the most, God knew the right person to place in my life. I am grateful for her love and friendship that has now spanned over 25 years. I love you, Kristie. :)

Tuesday, February 21, 2012

possible editorial for the RTD

She rushes furiously to finish her English assignment. The speech should have been so simple to complete, so why start on it when it was first assigned? Besides, she was overwhelmed with work for her other classes. Midterms start next week, and there are study guides that must be completed. That work was due before her speech, so she figured she would work on the assignments in the order in which each was due.


It turns out that plan of action was a mistake - a mistake that costs more than it first appears.

While the other assignments were due before her speech, none took the same amount of time that writing her speech required. Now she is in a panic as she tries to find the perfect topic, find her claim, and find her voice.

According to Psychology Today.com, twenty percent of people are “true procrastinators” – those who consistently avoid work and routinely put off unpleasant tasks. The web site continues by stating that procrastination is a learned behavior. If this behavior is learned, then how does it happen? For me, this behavior started when I was in high school. Though my homework and studying were not complicated, I preferred to hang out with my friends discussing the latest gossip or to talk on the phone with my boyfriend.

I could have easily been the girl in the above anecdote. I routinely put off unpleasant tasks. Now, as an adult, I often fall victim to procrastination. Recently, I have avoided grading my yearbook proofs. Because of the extreme amount of work these proofs require, I have found other activities to occupy my time.

But how does this avoidance make me feel? Stressed out and frustrated. And, the longer I wait, the more unpleasant the task becomes.

Facebook, Twitter, cable TV and other forms of entertainment continue to distract Americans and lower our productivity. How many yearbook pages could I have edited in the time that I read through my friends’ statuses on Facebook? But, let’s be truthful. We cannot place blame on social media or TV. We, the procrastinators, are the ones at fault.

Though several research documents state that procrastination comes from a lack of self-discipline, others would disagree. Many high school and college scholars state they work best under pressure and that they often submit their best work when they work under a deadline. I, too, used to believe that I worked best under pressure.

Unfortunately, the writing center at the University of North Carolina, Chapel Hill diagnosed procrastinators as people who are often self-critical perfectionists. These two traits, while not necessarily unhealthy, cause true procrastinators to further delay.

If you fall into this category, it is high time for you to tackle who you really are – it is high time to stop this behavior. We must set realistic deadlines and no longer delay the work we should be doing today. Turn off the TV, get off the couch, disable the internet, turn off our electronic devices and get to work. Doing so will make us feel better about ourselves, our work and our end result.

Monday, February 20, 2012

Snow Days

Last night as I was going to bed and was thinking of watching TV before falling asleep, I remembered Hannah emptied the trashcan beside my bed. And then I remembered that I knocked the remote into the trashcan sometime during the previous night. Guess where my remote was? Guess who comes tomorrow? Guess who tromped through the snow to get said remote? Guess how many inches of snow we have?

The above is my current Facebook status. Now, it might seem as if I am complaining about the midnight adventure in the snow. That simply is not true. Though I do not enjoy the snow for longer than a day or two, I certainly enjoy playing in it.

As a kid, I grew up in Manassas. One winter, I think when I was around 8 or 9 (maybe younger?), we received several feet of snow - or at least that's how it felt to me. It was one of those snows where the snow fell first followed by sleet. The next morning the snow was so hard I could not break through it. I was walking on top of it! I remember my beagle, Sam, did the same thing. My dad called that four-paw drive. Accumulating snowstorms seemed to be common when I was a kid. One of my favorite memories of snow involved Allen and I, along with our neighborhood friends, building an igloo and a snow fort. In our eyes, it was a grand creation. We buried deep into the snow and made a snow tunnel. We worked for hours digging deeper, repacking snow and smoothing it down.

Our other works of art where snow angels. We tried to figure out exactly how to form the perfect angel without any footprints destroying our design. We would plop down in the snow, form our angel and call for a friend to come pull us up....treading carefully around our beautiful design.

When we moved to Richmond, we discovered the art of tractor sledding. Dad would first hook a thick, heavy chain to the back of the tractor, then he would attach it to a sled, the kind with runners, and off we went. I can still recall my mom yelling, "Randall, slow down!" What a thrill!!

So, even though this beautiful wonderland will soon melt away, take time to go out and play this morning. Make a snowman, throw a few snowballs, drink some hot chocolate...and enjoy being a kid again, even if it is only for an hour or so.

Wednesday, February 15, 2012

College Basketball

Let's face it, the only things that are great about the month of March are my birthday and MARCH MADNESS! I love college basketball. I often wonder why I didn't attend a larger college. I would not have attended a D1 school for the football team. For me, it is all about the basketball. Yes, even now I think a lot of the players are cute, but I have less shallow reasons for liking the sport. I think basketball is truly a game of endurance and precision. I remember running suicides in soccer during the winter - we ran them on the basketball court. I relished in the sound of my squeaking tennis shoes on the hard, shiny gym floor. The sound spurred me on to be a quick as possible, beating my team mates with my time.

Since I no longer run sprints in the gym, I relish in the sound when I listen to a game with the surround sound filling the room.

In October I was treated by a dear friend to the Duke season opener. I met several of the players and watched them play in an exhibition game. In December I once again traveled to the university and stood with the Cameron Crazies on the sidelines. AWESOME! Because I have met over half of the team, I am even more addicted to the game.

So, as February reaches the half way mark and March Madness rolls closer, my fanaticism grows stronger. You'll find me cheering on the Blue Devils decked out in my Duke blue and harassing David for being a Carolina fan. Go Devils!

Tuesday, February 14, 2012

A day for love

When I was 19-year-old college student, before I met David, I fretted over Valentine's Day. After ending an unhealthy relationship a few months earlier, I was alone on Valentine's Day. I decided that day to adopt a motto - a mantra, if you will. "Don't look for a man, your Prince Charming is searching for you." Little did I know that I would met my Prince Charming less than a year later.

The day I met David, I was on my way to a sorority meeting. I lived off campus and had driven over for the meeting. My roommate, Julie, had gone to an InterVarsity Christian Fellowship picnic about an hour earlier. She encouraged me to attend, but I brushed off the idea for my sorority meeting. However, God had different plans for me that day....plans that would change my life forever. IV held their picnic on the grounds in front of Stubbs, the dorm where my meeting was held. On my way to the meeting, I saw Julie so I hurried over to say hi. That's when I met David. He was literally chasing Julie around a picnic table. She stopped to introduce me to him. I was smitten. Who was this cutie with the crystal blue eyes? Of course, I had to flirt. Though I had to leave for my meeting, I hatched a quick plan. As I walked away, I could tell he was watching me. I flipped my hair over my shoulder (casually, so I thought) and looked to see if he was watching me walk away...he was. My heart raced. I was hooked. I invited him to a party at my house later that night. Then, a week later, we met for lunch at Hampden-Sydney. I met his brothers. He met my sisters. And we were inseparable.

I don't really know how long it was before I fell in love...maybe two months or so...not long. I do remember the exact moment when it happened,when I fell in love. I thought I had been in love before - WRONG. This love was different. I was head over heels for him - hopelessly in love. And I still am.

We celebrated 15 years of marriage this year. I cannot believe that we've been married for 15 years! While I know it is cliche to say it, I often wonder where the time has gone. I guess that's what happens when you marry your best friend! While our life together has not always been easy, each loss, each tear, each struggle has been replaced with every laughter, every joy, every special moment we share together.

I love you, David! Happy Valentine's Day. I love you for being my knight in shining armor, my Prince Charming, the man I've dreamed about since I was a little girl.

Sunday, February 12, 2012

A true role model

I am definitely disappointed and aggravated with our culture. Yes, in the 1980s and 1990s, Whitney Houston was my hero. I loved her voice, her fashion, her songs, her ability....you name it, I loved it. I would sing her songs as loudly as I could, especially when I was heartbroken over my latest crush. But, I moved on and I grew up. Though I can still sing every word of "I will always love you", I learned to appreciate talent but not idolize the one who holds the talent. Whitney was a woman with a sad life. She ruined her voice with drug and alcohol abuse. For me, that lifestyle is not admirable. I made a choice in high school that I would not have a celebrity as a role model. While most high schoolers around me wrote essays about pop singers, rap stars, and pro athletes, I chose to write about my grandmother.

Grandma is the kind of woman any person can admire. She loves her family unconditionally; she is a woman of fine moral character; she was a loving wife; she is a respected mom and a thoughtful teacher. She's the kind of woman I aspire to be...a Godly woman who loves her Lord more than anything else.

Proverbs 31:10 a wife of noble character who can find? She is worth far more than rubies.
25-30 she is clothed with strength and dignity; she can laugh at the days to come. She speaks with wisdom, and faithful instruction is on her tongue. She watches over the affairs of her household and does not eat the bread of idleness. Her children arise and call her blessed; her husband, also, and he praises her; many women do noble things, but you surpass them all. Charm is deceptive and beauty is fleeting; but a woman who fears the Lord is to be praised.

I love you, Grandma. Thank you for being the example you are.

Wednesday, January 18, 2012

Writer's block

I work with words every day. One would think that since I am surrounded by words that I would have a lot to write about when it comes to a blog post. More often than not, I have writer's block. I want my words to be clever or funny. Other times I feel whimsical and nostalgic, but nothing comes out. So, these next couple of blog entries are a test for me. Can I write what is really on my heart and/or mind? Can I write about it just for me and not be worried about what other people think? (Seeing as I only have four followers right now, that may not be much of a problem.) The important step I need to take is the first one...and just write.

Thursday, November 3, 2011

A month of thankfulness

I know, I know. I'm a few days late starting my annual blog of thankfulness. However, these days have been eventful with Dad in the hospital. With that in mind, today I am thankful for knowledge. As I walked into my dad's hospital room this morning at MCV, I was greeted by a research team. This team of cardio nurses was sent by Dad's doctor to discuss a new cath healing procedure. While we certainly know there are risks in participating in research, Dad felt the benefits outweighed the risks. As we all know, MCV is a teaching hospital. Dad's doctor is truly the best heart surgeon in the area. His team elected Dad to participate in this study. Basically a process was created to minimize the effects of a cath procedure. Normally patients must lie completely flat for eight hours or so after a cath procedure. Today they used a new collagen procedure to close the pucture to his artery created by the cath. No kidding, he was out of the bed and moving around in just a little over an hour. Remember, he is in the best teaching hospital in the state, and he has the best doctors and nurses. I am so impressed with the intelligence that surrounded me today. I am thankful for his doctor's detailed report. I am thankful for the rep who showed me and Mom a simulated procedure on a model. I am impressed! And, of course, I am thankful for my dad's good report - no blockages in or around his heart!