Here's a little Q&A I know you are dying for:
Have we packed?
Does washing clothes and borrowing a suitcase count?
Have we finished reading Genesis?
Do you know how long that book is? We are making a dent...
Have we prayed for our teammates?
Have we prayed for our missionaries, The Jones'?
Have we prayed for peace of mind for our family members we are leaving back home?
Check, but to no avail so far!
Have we emptied our refrigerator?
Except for some milk (to be polished off with cookies tonight!) and some juice.
Have we thanked God for this amazing opportunity every day since the day He called us to go?
ABSOLUTELY! Thank you God, you are truly magnificent.
"Therefore go and make disciples of all nations, baptizing them in the name of the Father and of the Son and of the Holy Spirit, and teaching them to obey everything I have commanded you. And surely I am with you always, to the very end of the age."
Sooooooooo back to the original idea of the post, the wall. It is the wall that separated the living room from the dining room. As the trends of today have dictated, we love an open and airy floor plan. Enter: sledgehammer. NOT! I am a little bit of a freak when it comes to destroying my house and I didn't want drywall dust everywhere. So we carefully covered every inch of our furniture in both rooms and tacked sheets up in all the doorways leading to other parts of the house. We are now on day 6 of the project (it is a lot more waiting than I anticipated) and we are almost done! But guess what? NO FINISHED PICTURES FOR YOU! Ha! I will post them later...guess you will have to come back and see them!!!
I will leave you with a before shot of the dining room:
Eric trying to walk through the wall...
And a during shot!
This next recipe is part mine, part internet find. My friend Karen aptly named them "Popeye Patties" because they are mainly spinach. Here you go!
1 (10 oz.) box frozen chopped spinach, thawed and drained well
1c. italian style bread crumbs
1 onion, chopped
5 eggs, beaten
3/4 c. butter, melted
1/2 c. grated Parmesan cheese
1 tbsp. garlic salt
1/2 tsp. thyme
Add all ingredients into food processor and pulse until combined. Form balls, using 1 teaspoon mixture for each and bake on lightly greased baking sheet for 20 minutes at 350 degrees. May be frozen either before or after baking. Yields 2 to 3 dozen.
Mexican Lentil Casserole
1/2 cup onion, chopped
1/2 cup green bell pepper, chopped
4 cups water
1 cup lentils
2 cups brown rice, cooked
6 oz tomato paste
1 packet taco seasoning
1 1/2 cups shredded fiesta blend cheese
8 oz. sour cream
Preheat oven to 375 degrees F.
In a medium saucepan coated with olive oil, saute onions and green pepper. Add the water. Bring to a boil over medium heat. Stir in lentils, cover pot, reduce heat to low, and simmer 20 minutes. Lightly oil a casserole dish or spray with a nonstick cooking spray. Remove saucepan from heat and stir in remaining ingredients, reserving 1 cup of cheese, mixing well. Spoon into prepared casserole. Bake, uncovered, 20 minutes. Add reserved cheese blend on top and bake 5 more minutes. Let stand 5 minutes before serving.
The free one was super cute too...but I forgot to get it's picture. Oh well!
I love(d) teaching. I am glad that God has given me this opportunity. It is cliche, but true, that I think I learned more from my students than I actually taught them. I went to public school, but it is a whole other world when you view it as a teacher. These kids just want to be loved and paid attention to. It doesn't matter their background, white/black/hispanic, broken home/loving parents, rich/poor. They crave attention. They crave discipline (whether they realize it or not). They crave love. No matter how sarcastic I was to them, or how mean, or how many names I called them, I still had at least 10 kids in my room every morning before school and 1 or 2 everyday during lunch. If I stayed late after school I am sure they would have been there too.
They all have stories. I have had kids that go to school all day, work half the night, and come home to a mom/dad passed out on the couch drunk. I have young girls that are so wrapped up in their boyfriend's that their straight A's turn to C's and mama wants to know why. I have young believers that think they know so much of what Christianity is and have to learn the hard way that they have only just begun to understand. It absolutely breaks my heart that I won't be here next year for the new bunch or the returning bunch.
I can take solace in the fact that my God is bigger than me. I don't have to be the one to "save" these kids. God ordained this new journey I am about to take, and he will send someone in my place for these kids. It is definitely not about me. That doesn't mean that my heart won't hurt for them.
I am leaving a part of my heart at Emerald High School, but with the security of knowing God hasn't left his.