This is my beautiful and virtually unusable front door. I love it. I leave it closed for the pain it is to latch again after it has been opened.
I am finding it difficult to know where to begin “updating my blog”. So I’m starting with my front door and my little apartment. It truly has become a haven for me, and it is becoming a place where I can share life with friends…slowly. Gracious friends tell me it takes a while to get settled and God keeps telling me its closer than I know…just like me. My house is closer to presentable, and I am closer to I-don’t-know-what, but glory it feels good to be close.
I decided to get a masters degree in speech language pathology. It sort of fits with things I have been saying for years…
“My life is about helping people find their voices. Whether that is in art, music, writing, or whatever, I like to help people find their voices.”
“Some people are called to a ministry and some people are called to a people group. I am called to people so lost inside themselves they will never find their way out on their own.”
And for the last seven months, “I’m concerned about ______.” “That’s a speech/language goal.”
So…speech/language it is.
I’m studying for the GRE. Little did I know that my library has the study guides. I was prepping last week for teaching and walked past the section. It was like a gift from God. So I read a little every night, study my words and practice. Its really encouraging.
This school year has challenged me in ways I didn’t expect. I have had to grow up, especially these last couple weeks as I was the substitute. I have, thankfully, given that task over to my coworker and friend, who is doing a lovely job. my friend Julia used to tell me that we all grow up all the time. I am seeing and appreciating how right she was.
I also started Spanish. No time like the present. My tomato has two little fruit on it, my cilantro is already sprouting, and I successfully transplanted carrots. Its my fist garden, right out my back door. With the spring weather I can keep the windows open at night and smell the orange tree in my neighbors yard. It has truly become a safe place for me, and I am looking forward to summer…and fresh tomatoes…in Unit D.
Raindrops in the Ocean 