Bare Feet

Good morning! 

Today is definitely a kick your shoes off kind of day. It’s Sunday.  It’s a no work day. It’s the day God created as a day of rest.

For me, it’s a kick your boots off kind of day. ๐Ÿ™‚ I’m done. My boot camp is finished. 

Those words reverberated in my ears. Finished. For nine weeks I’ve been on a mission.  That sent my thoughts to another time. Another place. A mission.  That was finished. 

Jesus. 

His mission was to come and give His life to save us from our sin. And that he did. Until it was finished. 

But the joy in that is that it’s not finished. His mission is, but not His glory. It’s only just begun! We have eternity to spend with Him. And His Father. 

So today I encourage each of you to kick off your shoes.  Or boots.  And go play in the rain, and thank Jesus for it being finished. ๐Ÿ™‚

 When he had received the drink, Jesus said, “It is finished.” With that, he bowed his head and gave up his spirit.John 19:30

Love and laughter, 

Sandy

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100th Day

Good morning! 

April 29th marks our 45th president’s 100th day in office.

Some think he’s done well.  Others not so much.  He’s definitely made his mark on our society.  

So today I give you Psalm 100. In honor of the 100th day. 

Shout for joy to the Lord, all the earth.        2 Worship the Lord with gladness; come before him with joyful songs.                         3 Know that the Lord is God. It is he who made us, and we are his; we are his people, the sheep of his pasture.4 Enter his gates with thanksgiving and his courts with praise; give thanks to him and praise his name.                                                                   5 For the Lord is good and his love endures forever; his faithfulness continues through all generations.                                               Psalm 100

Love and laughter, 

Sandy

15,000 Words

Good morning! 

Today’s blog is going to be short and sweet.

 Why you might ask? Well let me just tell you! ๐Ÿ™‚ As most of you know, I have spent the past 9 weeks working on a special education boot camp for certification to teach. I have done more modules and typed more 500 page papers thsn I care to count. 149 items to open in Moodle if you care to know. ๐Ÿ™‚ The best part of all was along with 30 hours of classroom observations,  I had to write 500 words for each hour…15,000 words!

And here’s a pic of a YouTube video…a guy swimming in 15,000 pennies! That’s about how much I’ll be making if and when I get a teaching job in Oklahoma!  LOL

And isn’t it just like God to bring me a verse with 15,000 in its context! 15,000 victors no less! Gotta love Him! โ™ก

Now I’m verbose, but that did me in.  It’s over tomorrow. And I don’t want to type or write another word. I need a little break. 

Til tomorrow!  ๐Ÿ™‚ 

Love you! โ™ก Have a great Friday! ๐Ÿ™‚

Now Zebah and Zalmunna were in Karkor with a force of about fifteen thousand men, all that were left of the armies of the eastern peoples; a hundred and twenty thousand swordsmen had fallen.        Judges 8:10

Love and laughter, 

Sandy

Goals

Good morning! 

I recently undertook a short term goal in an attempt for long term payoffs. I began a nine week long special education boot camp. The outcome is alternative certification to teach special education. It’s felt as if all I’ve done is study for as long as I can remember, but in actuality it’s only been a little more than two months.They didnโ€™t call it boot camp for nothing.  It was intense to say the least. But Saturday is my final day. I’m two short days away from completion for all my hard work. Of reaching my goal.

I may not be there yet. But I am closer than I was yesterday. ๐Ÿ™‚

I encourage each of you to believe in something. And believe in yourself.  God does!  Never stop growing. Learning. Set goals. Challenge yourself. And when the going gets tough, don’t give up. Be strong. And if you’re not strong, turn to God. Cry out in prayer. Turn to your support systems. There will be a reward for your work at the end.  

 โ€œBut as for you, be strong and do not give up, for your work will be rewarded.โ€                                                        

2 Chronicles 15:7

Love and laughter, 

Sandy


Lauren

Good morning!

Yesterday was my middle daughter’s birthday.  It was a beautiful sunny day and still warm into the evening with the temperature in the low 80s. We decided to meet at R Bar and Grill on Brookside near her home and sit outside for our family dinner celebration. 

Why is it so much more fun to sit outside when the temperatures are pleasant?

It’s funny how just days ago we were experiencing terrential downpours and sitting outside would have been the farthest thing from our minds. How soon we forget when the weather brightens. 
That’s kind of how it is with childbirth.  As women, giving birth is just plain painful. Yet as soon as that child is born we so quickly forget. We are instantly engulfed in the love that motherhood brings.

I love my daughter. โ™ก I’m very proud of the woman she’s become. I can’t even recall any pain surrounding her entry into this world. Nor any she’s ever caused to me over the years. But I do recall all the joy her mere existence has brought into my life. ๐Ÿ™‚

She’s beginning a new career. She just completed training, and Saturday is her maiden flight as flight attendant for her new employers. I wish her the very best on this journey and all it will offer. And I pray that wherever life takes her, she too, forgets any pain her past may have caused her, and sees nothing but blue skies over each horizon.

I hope you had a happy birthday, Lauren! ๐Ÿ™‚ I love you! โ™ก

21 A woman giving birth to a child has pain because her time has come; but when her baby is born she forgets the anguish because of her joy that a child is born into the world.                                                       John 16:21

Love and laughter, 

Sandy

Leave Nature in Nature

Good morning! 

It was a dark evening this past Sunday. :The neighborhood cats were out. That should have been my first clue. I went to the pool. No baby ducks swimming on the surface. No baby ducks to be found. Pretty soon mama duck came flying in landing on the pool. 

She frantically began calling her dozen. There were no ducklings here to be found. My heart sank. I could add two and two. The cats. ๐Ÿ˜ฆ
Nature. This was round two, my second year of watching precious ducks hatch and learn to swim on this pool. I just love watching nature. Until it is brought to a screeching halt and cut short, that is. Ducks should not be born on backyard pools. They should not have runways constructed out of the pool and be fed canned corn.

They should be born near a pond or a lake or a stream. Where cats don’t roam freely or at least I don’t know about them.

We tell out students at school to leave nature in nature.  Not to bring it indoors. The bugs, the flowers, the sticks, the stones they pick up from the playground. I now get it. The why behind it. It’s not God’s plan. For man to intervene with nature.

I will always ask why. Why did those innocent little baby ducklings have to all die? So soon. So tragically.  And I hope some day God will tell me in His infinite wisdom.  But for now my heart aches. Especially for mama duck who keeps returning and calling.

I have God’s word as my comfort. I look to the 23rd Psalm. The funeral verse. Mrs. Duck does not. 

As you go through those moments in life where your heart aches, remember this verse. And remember,  God is always with you. He’s your comfort.  Not just each spring when the ducks come, but forever. That’s comfort. 

Yes, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil; For You are with me; Your rod and Your staff, they comfort me.                                       Psalm 23:4

Love and laughter, 

Sandy

Rain

Good morning! 

Friday brought terrestrial rains to Tulsa. And to Jenks. 

Our students attend school for half a day. Therefore when 11:00 a.m. arrived, we had to get our morning class of students outside to their parent’s cars and on three buses.  In monsoon like conditions,  I might add. And these aren’t just any students. They are three year old developmental students.  We had quite the feat to accomplish. This was challenging on a dry day. With rain, heavy winds, and no coats we managed to get one wagon, two wheelchairs and a herd of three year olds to their appropriate transportation home. Maybe not dry, but safe. 

We then ran back into the building and realized we would have to finish the day with our afternoon class, soaking wet. Times like these are when your survival skills kick in. We had to come up with dry clothing for four ladies in a building full of preschoolers.  It wasn’t easy. A hoodie, a wet hoodie revealing a dry t-shirt, a t-shirt in a car to change to after school to work out, and the largest shirt I could find in the lost and found basket would have to work. Wet hair, wet shoes, and wet jeans would just have to be lived with. After all, it was just water.  We would eventually dry.

And we did. Once school was out, I went home and slipped into my flannel p.j.s and climbed into bed. You see I work Thursday nights at the hospital and go straight to school on Fridays to work until 3:15.

 Today I still have a cough. A little perk to remind me of my morning spent playing in the rain. ๐Ÿ™‚

But I am also reminded that even though we have had rain, lots of it this April. We will never be destroyed of all life by flood. God has given us His word on it.

So I encourage each of you to look at rain a little differently.  As the source that helps our plant life grow. It fills our lakes that give us water to drink. And it gives us puddles for kids and puppies and baby ducks to play in.  And it will never totally destroy us again. 

I establish my covenant with you: Never again will all life be destroyed by the waters of a flood; never again will there be a flood to destroy the earth.”               Genesis 9:11

Love and laughter, 

Sandy