Super Sunday

My favorite guest author appears once again:

We cannot reach dreams by ourselves
but together we will glow
like beautiful yellow stars
growing in the sky
who light up even the darkest of nights
with love

by Bethany Datria (age 10)

P.S. She dedicated this to her mom....awwwwwww....

Thirteen Things I LOVE about vacation! 1. I get to sleep in! 2. I don't have to be ANYWHERE at a specific time!! 3. I get to clean my house (I know, this is a sick thing, but if you've seen my house on a regular basis when I'm working you'll understand!) 4. I get to spend time playing and swimming and reading with my kids! 5. I get to spend time with friends I don't usually get to spend time with when I'm working. 6. I don't have to work. 7. Disciplining children is limited to my OWN children (and maybe some belonging to friends at times) and I don't have to worry about THEIR parents!! 8. I don't have to grade papers. (this is very close to the same thing as not having to work but grading is my least favorite part of my job). 9. Did I mention I get to sleep in? 10. I'm almost caught up on my laundry (which, with four children, only happens once or twice a year)! 11. It's not quite to the horrendously hot time of year so I can still enjoy being outside! 12. My husband took me on a date this past weekend (I'm not sure that has anything to do with my being on vacation but it was cool!!) 13. I'm going out with friends on a Thursday night...which never happens when I'm working because I'm WAY TOO tired to go out during the week!!

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Wordless Wednesday (a day late!)

My Beloved

This is a guest writer...proud Mama just HAD to share!! This was an assignment she was given in her reading and she really made me proud!!

I am my Beloved's and He is Mine…
By Bethany Datria

My betrothed….hmmm…If I were to describe my true betrothed he would be a tall man with brown hair and blue eyes, skinny, and light skinned. He’s friendly and kind. He’s outgoing and because of this he stands out in a crowd. He’s smart and he’s a deep thinker.
He and I have several things in common. We both have great grades in science and math and we love it, too! We both have degrees in Science. Neither of us likes dressing up fancy. We also both have glasses as well.
When we get married we’ll live in a big light house next to the ocean on the island of Hawaii. We’ll have a big family, say seven or eight children. It’ll be a happy family that spends as much time as we can together. We’ll work together to give back to God and our community.
My betrothed will be a scientist. He’ll improve life everyday with technology. He tinkers with electronics to improve them. He sometimes completely re-designs them.
Sometimes I wonder if I want to meet my betrothed right now. My answer is no, not really. I think that the longer you wait the better they seem, smarter and more handsome. If you find them at a young age you might never think they’re the one.

I just had.....

the most amazing experience.

I helped someone become a superhero!

I have attended several births as a labor coach/doula. It's one of my favorite hobbies. I never get tired of watching the miracle of birth! Most of the births I've attended have been second or third babies (or fourth for that matter)...and most of the moms have known what they were doing and didn't need a lot of guidance from me. This time was different.

This was a third birth for this mom. I attended her last birth but she let them induce her before I got there and they gel packed her, broke her water, and gave her pitocin all at the same time!! Needless to say she had an epidural before I even made it to the hospital and I don't blame her one bit!! But to some degree she felt she had somehow failed because she had the epidural. She had really wanted to have the baby without meds.

This time around I made sure she didn't let them induce her without me there. We were able to convince the nurse to let her have a heplock instead of an IV so that she could move around. They broke her water and gave her two hours to progress before they would determine if further action was needed. She went into labor immediately. She worked through the next two hours amazingly. She got the baby out in four pushes. I was so proud of her! I knew she could do it! She kept saying to me over and over, "I really didn't think I'd be able to do it and I did it!!"

Now she knows she can do anything she sets her mind to...she knows that nothing is too hard for her...she's a mom so she's always been a superhero...but now she knows it too!

Where does the time go?

I'm ever amazed when I show up to blog and realize how long it has been!

I wanted to share about the amazing vacation that we recently took.

We were very blessed to have my dh's parents offer us three day passes to Disneyland. We packed up the car and the kids and drove West for 6 hours to LaLa land once again. We've done this trip to LA many times and my kids are pro's at it. But this time we were going to DISNEYLAND...there was just a little more excitement in the air than usual.

It is a little odd for me to go to Disneyland...almost like going home after a long absence. One summer as a teenager I visited Disneyland 17 times (and that was before annual passes!) Heck, I remember using TICKETS to get on rides!! Needless to say I don't need a map to get around the place.

There are differences though. Like the fact that there is now an offramp from the freeway that dumps you straight into the Disney parking structure. This parking structure is rumored to be the largest in the United States. Where we used to park is now a whole new theme park, California Adventure.

The Swiss Family Robinson tree house is now Tarzan's treehouse. And I have a feeling it may soon become the Pixie Dust Tree of Pixie Hollow. Did you know that Tinkerbell has friends? There are other fairies that live in Never Never Land...they have merely been hiding for years!! (visit www.disneyfairies.com if you want to learn more!) Tinkerbell is my youngest daughter's current obsession and favorite character (in close running with Dora, who she was very sad to find out, does NOT live in Disneyland) My youngest daughter exudes the personality of Tinkerbell so it's a fitting obsession. Her greatest thrill on this trip was that she SAW Tinkerbell fly over Disneyland during the firework show (now there's a Pixie who ought to get hazard pay!) My greatest thrill was watching her. Several times people asked me what was my favorite thing about Disneyland and I had to reply over and over...watching my three year old experience the wonder.

I have gotten old.

Maybe I need a little pixie dust.

I saw crowds and high prices and long lines. I did silly things like time the fact that we waited for an hour to go on a 45 second roller coaster!

Then I saw that little blond head as she took it all in. She didn't like the scary fast rides (but went on them over and over again!) She LOVED the Pooh Bear ride, especially when the gal running it let us just stay in the car and go again, and again, and again...(I think those heffalumps and woozles are still after me in my dreams!) She didn't conveniently forget that her daddy promised her cotton candy. Watching a child visit Disneyland for the first time has got to be up there on the list of things everyone should do at least once.

It's enough to make you not really care about the crowds and the lines. I guess that's what makes it the "Happiest Place on Earth."

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Schroeder!


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How to Enjoy the Journey....

I discovered a little more about how to enjoy the journey today. I danced with my students. They all thought I was completely crazy but most of them joined me as I grabbed their hands and pulled them into my dance.

You see, we have spent the past two weeks preparing a reader's theater for our assembly this morning. It was a lot of fun, but at times it was also stressful. Trying to wrangle a 23 person cast is no easy feat, especially if most of them have never performed before!!

But this morning it was all about having fun! And we did! We performed and then our Music teacher was playing some 70's hits as background music as everyone was lining up and filing back to their classroom. So we danced.

Probably more than a few parents thought I had completely lost control of my class.

That's okay...I knew I had it covered.

My student's are learning how to enjoy the journey of learning. They are learning that there are times to study and work hard, and there are times to play and have fun. I hope they learn the important lesson that even as adults we need to balance those two things. And that it's okay to have fun.

If you want to check out my school our new website is up.... www.pinnaclepointeacademy.org

Spend some time dancing today!!!

The Light at the End of the Tunnel

There's nothing quite like seeing a light at the end of a dark tunnel to cheer you up.

I received a letter in the mail yesterday. It was a denial notice for the application for certification. Kind of funny that a denial notice would cheer me up, isn't it?

You see...I have spent over a year trying to get someone to look at my transcripts and tell me what classes I need to take to finish my certification process. I know that I need to finish my student teaching (which I am doing by teaching for two years in a charter school), I know I need to pass the AEPA, what I didn't know was how many more units I needed and could find nobody who could tell me. So I submitted my application, knowing they would turn me down, but in doing so would have to tell me WHY, and therefore how many units I was missing!

I thought I would have to take about 20. Turns out I only have to take 8!! That's only THREE MORE CLASSES!!!!

Do you want to hear something funny? I'm actually excited. I'm excited about my career (did I just say that, it still sounds so wierd!) and what my future holds. I have no idea what that is exactly, but I do know WHO holds my future and I will be content with that!

So there is a light at the end of the tunnel. Within a year and a half I will have my credential. Then who knows?

God's timing it amazing. Before last week I probably wouldn't have really cared that I'm almost done with this process. Now I see it as an amazing step into my future.

Turning Mourning into Dancing

I had an amazing "God Moment" this weekend.

It actually all began on Thursday night at a group study I am attending called "Healing the Wounded Person."

I joined this group because I felt like my life, and more specifically, my marriage were falling apart. I felt like everything around me was tumbling and I was spinning with it, unable, or unwilling, to stop it.

This group has been much more about me and my issues (and Tim and his issues) than it has been about my marriage. And in the process I see our marriage getting stronger a little bit each day.

This past Thursday night was about loss.

I've dealt with a fair amount of loss in my life. Loss of my grandparents, loss of Tim's grandmothers (whom I was closer to than my own), loss of an unborn baby. I have grieved and said, "until we meet again in Heaven," to all of these loved ones. I've mustered through and carried on and found hope again.

Thursday night I discovered a loss in my heart of a different kind. One that is harder to grieve.

It is the loss of a dream.

When I was little God told me I would someday be a pastor's wife, he told me I would have four children, he told me I would homeschool Bethany. I am as certain today that it was the Lord who spoke these things into my heart as I was when I heard them as a child. I walked in that belief since the moment God spoke it. But then I started drawing the picture in my head. My husband is a pastor, he's been to seminary, worked in full time ministry for seven years, and now he is a high school teacher. That part wasn't in my picture. God did tell me that I would homeschool Bethany. But my picture included homeschooling her until graduation and all of my other children as well. My picture showed me as a stay at home mom, not a full time fourth grade teacher. And my picture NEVER included putting any of my children in full time daycare!

But, my picture was not God's picture. God's picture is still true. I am married to a pastor. I homeschooled Bethany through third grade which is exactly what God told me I was doing, I just assumed the years beyond. And I have four beautiful children. Several of whom have special needs I never bargained for.

I built up a dream for myself of what my life was supposed to be, what it was supposed to look like. And it hasn't worked out that way. Everything that I put my identity in has been stripped away, because our God is a jealous God and desires for my identity to be in Him and Him alone.

It hurts.

I had the blessing of being invited to go away to a cabin overnight with a very dear friend and a friend of hers that I barely know. I think she probably got more than she bargained for. It was planned weeks ahead of time but the timing couldn't have been more perfect. This gal has a beautiful gift of faith that astounds me. More than that she is an amazing worship leader and she pulled out her guitar and we began to sing, three ladies and a baby, alone in a cabin in the middle of nowhere, we began to worship God. And I began my journey of grief.

The life I thought was mine is not and right now I don't have a picture to replace it. I go on one day at a time, making tear soup, not sure when my time for making tear soup will end. My friends this weekend ate some of it with me, as they sang and I cried. Often, I partake in it alone. I am trying to figure out how to grieve a dream, so that someday, hopefully in the near future, I can build a new dream. The one that God has for me.

I don't know what that is right now.

I'm just holding on trying to keep my head above water until God reveals it to me. I'm seeking him out like an impatient child, and what He tells me is "be still, know that I am God, and that is enough."

That is enough.

The tears still flow.

That is enough.

My heart still aches.

That is enough.

I long to KNOW.

That is enough.

The pain is unbearable at times.

God is God, and THAT is enough.