This is my Classroom

I dreamed of being a teacher ever since I was a little girl. My mother was a teacher and each year I would go into her classroom and imagine one day having my own.The desks all in a row; each child’s coat hook with their name strategically placed above it; even the hall pass that Read More …

Like Arrows in the Hand of a Warrior

Arrows. They are everywhere.Throw pillows, bags, journal covers and more.The arrow is often a symbol of courage, war or protectionIn this particular passage, the arrow is referring to our children. Usually the arrow is the focal point of this verse; the piece that devotions at baby showers are given, congratulatory cards to new parents are Read More …

The Dining Room Table

I quietly shut his bedroom door and walked down the hall. I passed her quiet, dark room, stopping for a moment to listen in and make sure she was asleep.   I continued down the hall, through the living room and into the dining room. All that was left of cleanup from dinner was to wipe Read More …

Seek First…

With the weather cooling and the streets quieting down as the neighborhood children return to their desks, we, too, are filled with the hope that freshly sharpened pencils, unopened textbooks, and new schedules bring. We stare at the tidy shelves and blank slates that hold a renewed sense of confidence as our excitement and anticipation Read More …

The Eraser

Each day as we wrap up school I take a moment to return our table from desk back to gathering place.  I stack books, collect papers and brush up the eraser dust from the day’s lessons. Eraser dust. Everywhere. From the small eraser at the end of the pencils that fail to be enough, to Read More …