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Name: Christel
Birthday: 9/27/1983
Gender: Female
Interests: Reading, singing, teaching...and right now, summer vacation. *ahhhh*
Occupation: High School English Teacher
Industry: Education
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AIM:  Liv2Sing01
Member Since:
5/17/2005
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| I took this picture in Papa's old shed. Rusty tools and toys remind us that we must have a balance between work and play.
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Mary Poppins (40th Anniversary Edition)
By Julie Andrews, Dick Van Dyke, David Tomlinson, Glynis Johns, Hermione Baddeley, Reta Shaw, Karen Dotrice, Matthew Garber, Elsa Lanchester, Arthur Treacher, Reginald Owen, Ed Wynn, Jane Darwell, Arthur Malet, Dal McKennon, Marni Nixon, Robert Banas, Lester Matthews, James MacDonald (II), Thurl Ravenscroft
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| It's been a very long time since I've written on here, which simply alludes to the crazy hecticness of the pre-Christmas, end-of-semester time in the life of a teacher. I am extremely busy with school and preparing for the holidays. The good news is that there are only 12 school days left until Christmas break, so I am praising the Lord for that! Perhaps after I get home to New Jersey I'll sit down to write again and actually share something significant. Until then, I'm trying to find some time to enjoy the meaning of Christmas admidst all the hustle and bustle.
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| As the leaves begin to change color here in beautiful Kentucky, I am reminded of all the memorable autumns I have spent in this place. I love the changing of the seasons; it reminds me of the seasons of life, and I am so thankful that both the natural seasons and the seasons of life come and go. God knows that I would be a hopeless wreck if all of life were winter (always winter and no Christmas, Narnia fans!), but I appreciate the new life of spring so much more in contrast with the death of winter.
A few weeks ago I came across a poem that I wrote in April of 2005. It's called "After Surrender," and I'd like to share it with you because I believe I am in the same place again, needing surrender, and realizing that though it is painful now, it will bring me new life in the end.
"After Surrender"
Crisp breath cracks crimson sheets
that flutter to the ground.
Soon or late
Comes the rain--
Splashing, penetrating
Pressing down a blanket that smothers
the green
grass flooded and soaked,
Gasping, struggling;
It submits
to the weight of Autumn.
Soon or late
All becomes quiet
and as nature sleeps
sky spreads white cover over creation.
Green now brown with death
Surrenders.
Time of nothing,
of silence,
of frozen pain.
Soon or late
Comes the reign
of the sun.
Warmed to existence,
once-liefless grass reaches
Skyward
awake, sprouting life and
breathing again, anew--
After surrender.
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I
just have to say that I am utterly and totally exhausted, and it is
Sunday afternoon! The school week hasn't even begun yet. But I feel
so unprepared. And it's not because I haven't been diligently working
to accomplish all necessary tasks this weekend. *sigh* Whoever says
that teachers are lucky because they only work 9-3 should be shot. We
work long hours into the night every night just to stay on top of
grading and lesson plans. I am discouraged. I love teaching, but I am
at one of those points again when I feel that there is no way to
actually accomplish all that needs to be done in the less than adequate
number of hours I have in a day. Somebody save me! | | |
| Maybe I'm just being nostalgic,
remembering the powerful experience I had in Tibet over two years ago,
or perhaps the Lord is laying these people on my heart again for a
purpose. Whichever is true, I've been thinking about the Tibetans and
missing them. They are beautiful people, steeped in the heritage of
tradition and the bondage of spiritual darkness. By American
standards, they are dirty, unhealthy, and uncivilized. By God's
standards, they are precious children who desperately need to hear the
good news of the Gospel of Christ. May we today think of the Tibetans
as examples of all the beautiful lost people in the world whom God
calls his children and yearns to know as his dear followers. We have a
message to share,--a powerful message of Truth--so may we share it with
boldness whether t he lost are students in the classes we teach,
co-workers in the office, classmates in our courses, or Tibetans high
in the Himalayas.
“I tell you,” he replied, “if they keep quiet, the stones will cry out.” Luke 19:40
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