Family
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Repurpose and Rebuild
My prayer journal from this past April is littered with petitions to God to make a way for me to stay home again. I didn’t feel as though my remaining school sand had slipped through the waist of the hourglass, but I could feel a pull in my heart, a whisper that was telling me it might be time again. I just needed his confirmation, his timetable, and his provision to make it possible. Writing a tuition check for two kids felt like a shoddy bridge suspended over a mile high cavern we would be forced to cross. I’ve always known that teaching is not my final destination. That I…
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Maybe IDK
I’m dying. That’s certainly not the thought you want to have when you walk out of a doctor’s office, but that’s where I found myself this past week where I waited until I could lock myself in my car to let the tears fall. It was a routine appointment, one in which I became incredibly annoyed. I’m not sure why you are asked to disrobe, hang out in a paper gown with your derriere exposed on an examination table with no back support when they plan to make you wait in there like that for forty-five minutes. About thirty minutes in, I considered getting dressed again and just leaving, already…