Nuggets from the Fire

One more day!  I have been working like a trojan this week as almost every teacher in our building is moving rooms.  This happens often when a new school opens and the county is re-configured.  It is fruit basket turn over.  Fortunately I am one of only 3 or 4 teachers that is NOT moving.  This is a first, as I have moved every year since I have been in White County.  I have been helping my two teachers with their own rooms, as well as others that have been collecting stuff for the past seven years!  Talk about junk!  We teachers are pack rats and this week has proven that…just ask our janitoral staff.  This post planning seems like it has taken a month.  Things will change quite a bit next year. It will be interesting to be sure as new teams learn to work together.
On another topic…we are leaving to go to Turks and Cacious…I don’t think that is spelled right.  Anyway…islands in the Carribean and I can’t even tell you where they are.  Somewhere near Cuba I think.  All I know is that the pictures look unbelievable.  There are 19 or so of us going to celebrate mom and dad’s 50th anniversary.  The kids are so excited to be going on a trip with their cousins.  I cannot wait to sit and relax after a very stressful year at work and school.  I am taking my computer and I hope to be able to find some time to write.  I miss it…it is kind of like breathing to me and I haven’t been doing alot of it lately.  The island we are staying on has many activities for the kids and is supposed to have some of the best snorkeling around.  Right now I am up to my ears in clothes and getting things ready to go.  I love life…even washing clothes and getting ready for a trip!!!

The last of the lasts was this weekend.  Hannah has now begun the firsts of the next year.  We went to graduation under the threat of rain.  It was sprinkling and a bit dark.  Then the cool breeze blew the dark clouds away as the graduates took the field.  The weather could not have been better for the big event.  The stadium was packed to overflowing.  Mom, Dad and Betty came and we all sat and watched my girl cross the stage.  It was so quick!  I barely had time for the few tears that came.  Then it was on to the next graduate.  Afterwards we went down and took pictures of Hannah with an assortment of friends.  She was glowing and we were so proud.
Saturday, we had a party that was catered by Samuel (in case you hadn’t heard this joke…Sam’s did the food.)  Many friends and family came to wish us well and congratulate Hannah on her accomplishment.  We sang happy birthday to Aaron as well…tomorrow he will be 17.  Time is screaming by.  It was a wonderful weekend to celebrate life.  Life is moving on….and I am glad to be here as a witness!

I am offically a master now!  I am awaiting my transcripts so I can get the raise in pay!!!  Hurray, no more school work.  That is a load off let me tell you.  I got my masters from Graceland University through their online program.  They have campus’s in Iowa and Missouri as well as the global campus.  My degree is in Collaboration in Teaching and Learning.  Basically it is all about how to work with others and build a school community.  It should fit very nicely with my new role at school for next year.  I will be teaching fourth grade in two classrooms, like I do now.  But I will also have a block to do interventions for kids that struggle.  I will work with the teachers, the school psychologist and others to meet the needs of the kids.  Right up my alley.

This week as been a week of lasts.  The last band concert and honors night.  Last End of Course Tests and last play.  On and on it goes.  It is sad to be sure, but I think that Hannah is getting excited about the new adventure in front of her.  I know that it has not hit me yet emotionally. (That will probably come at move in day.)  At all of these events I have been proud not depressed.  She has become such a young woman I can see that it is time. 
Life is like that.  Seasons of time that change from year to year.  For Hannah, this year of lasts will soon become a year of firsts.  God is so good to give us the variety don’t you think?  I have always said I could not live in a climate that didn’t have seasons.  I enjoy them too much, and without them life would be one dimensional.  I think our lives are like the climate…in need of the growing, and the resting.  The dying and the new shoots of life.  The challenging seasons make us appreciate the peaceful ones.  And even though letting go of my first born is a hard season, it is the right time.  I believe it will actually deepen the relationship, because we will appreciate our bond more as it enters a new phase.  Tears and laughter go together in this moment in my life.  I want to be graceful in my release of my little song bird.  I am so honored to have this precious girl…God is so good to me…how could I ever withold her from what he has for her?  The answer is, I cannot.  It is a mother’s heart that breaks while it is soaring, and gives itself away when it really wants to hold on.  This, as with all pain, leads me further into the arms of my Father God.  I trust him with my daughter…fully….I think :)  I choose to have faith in his goodness…as I open my hand.

People say that life is a candle in the wind.  A spark is ignited at birth and the flame grows as we do.  The oxygen feeds the flame just as our breath gives us life.  Then one day, hopefully when our wax has burned low, our light is extinguished; snuffed out by the wind.  The scent lingers for awhile, but eventually it too fades away as we become a memory. The intent of this comparison is to hammer home the idea that every life is brief and we must seize every moment with abandon, for we do not know when the wind will blow our way.  Taking stock of how we live our lives is never a bad idea.  However, this analogy rings hollow when you have met someone like Elizabeth Rudeseal, one of the senior adults at our church. The sparkle in her blue eyes burned brighter than any candle.  She had a glow about her from the inside out, as if she was radiating from within.  The source of this illumination?  Her love for God; and out of that love a passion for life and people.  Overflowing to those around her, just her everyday manner was a testimony of her deeply rooted faith.  When holding hands with her husband of  65 years you could witness age drop away as the romance that lasted nearly a century entwined itself upon their hearts.  Best friends and sweethearts in love from the beginning. 

Miss Elizabeth possessed a gentle soul.  It is hard to know if that is what led to her love of children or the other way around.  Either way, her desire to bless the children with her stories is a reminder of Jesus himself.  Always the teacher, she never forgot the beginning of the school year and long after she retired she still checked in with teachers and children alike to see how things were going. 

With her childlike heart she was known to sing Happy Birthday, as she stood facing her honoree with those sparkling eyes.  To be on the receiving end of this melody sung so genuinely was at first an uncomfortable event, as the center of such a simple honoring it was humbling.  Yet, each year brought a hopeful expectation that she would go to the trouble to seek out her friends in such a way.  It was a blessing because the love of Jesus shone in her eyes as she looked into yours. It was as if he was standing there celebrating the day you were created through this devoted little lady.  This uncomplicated celebration took all of two minutes but became an anticipated occasion of everyone that received it. 

The witness and testimony of her humility flowed out to those around her.  And while she will be missed greatly, somehow it seems that she is finally at home in the light that she carried for years.  No, her candle was not snuffed out.  Quite the contrary, the fire within her spirit only glows brighter now that her earthly body has been removed.  She is more like a star than a candle.  At home in the heavenly realm where the light of the universe is alive and pulsing through her spirit.  She is singing to her Lord and glowing like she could never imagine before.  We grieve our loss, but not her gain.  We know to whom she went…the lover of her soul…the one that created such a precious one.  Miss Elizabeth’s quiet, gentle way will be missed by all.  But the smile and the sparkle will continue to blaze as they radiate the glory of the God with whom they now commune.

I couldn’t do it.  I wanted to, but just could not bring myself to the place emotionally.  One of my former students died this week.  He was 17 years old and he drank himself to death.  I could not handle another visit to the funeral home under these circumstances.  I poured my life into helping this boy learn to read when he was in fourth grade.  He was a kind kid who struggled to learn.  Right up my ally.   

Many teachers have a “save the world” complex.  It is a built in part of the gift of teaching.  We want to reach every student and make a difference that will change the course of their lives.  It is a noble wish.  Of course, if we have taught long enough, we are also realists.  We know that some will choose not take our challenge to be world changers.  The beauty of teaching is that you never know which ones will and which ones won’t.  We teach them all with abandon.  We have our guesses as to how things will turn out, but death by drinking at 17 is not one of them. 

The hope and mystery of how students’ lives will go beyond our doors that intrigues us to keep at the profession. Some kids rise up stand firm in their lives.  It is a great feeling to know that in some small way we may have had some part in that.  But when the unthinkable happens, like this week, we wonder what we could have done differently.  It was not our choice, yet we feel for all of those that have poured into this young man.  As a community we wonder what did it take to get us to this point?  It is my hope that we can learn from this; all of us teachers, parents, children and community members. Maybe John’s death can wake us up from our slumber, so that we will reach out to other students as we vow to not allow another child to fade into obscurity. I am aware that all we can do is to offer the tools for success; we cannot force anyone to use them.  The unthinkable leads us to think.  How can we do things differently? 

My heart and prayers go out to John’s family.  To have your son ripped from you so early must be devastating.  It is my prayer that you will be comforted and that this tragedy can somehow lead our community to action on behalf of our children.  We weep with you as you grieve.  We pray for you as you pick up the pieces of your lives.  We cry tears of what could have been. As a community, we continue to pour ourselves out to avoid this heartbreak in the future.