$1.98

Good morning! 

Yesterday was a warm, sunny day. I watched him put on a new baseball cap to block the sun. The price tag was still hanging from it when placed upon his head. I told him he looked like Minnie Pearl. 

Many of you have no idea who Minnie Pearl even is. She was an American country comedian that appeared on Grand Ole Opry and Hee Haw for over 50 years. She was known for a $1.98 price tag hanging from her hat. She forgot to remove the tag from some dime store flowers she put on her hat one day, and it showed up in one of her shows. The audience loved it so much she made it a part of her routine. She later recognized it as symbolic of human frailty. There she was standing in her best dress thanking her fans for the opportunity to be there before them with her $1.98 price tag hanging out!

Human frailty is defined as a general proneness to yield to temptation. What symbolizes human frailty to you? 

For me, it’s seen in my relationships. I’ve failed more than a time or two. I often feel as if I walk around wearing a price tag for the whole world to see with a value of $1.98. That I’m not worth much more than that. Certainly not worth much at all to those that have tossed me aside for other loves. Sometimes other people, sometimes money, sometimes simply themselves. But I am worthy to God! And so are you! We’re priceless! And that is what truly is important! Every life has equal value in God’s eyes.

So let’s all get out our scissors and cut off our $1.98 price tags that weigh us down. Let’s instead wear our true value inside on our hearts where it belongs. And always remember, there’s no value man can place on our lives, to God we are priceless! 

You are priceless to me. I love you and honor you.                                         Isaiah 43:4

Love and laughter, 

Sandy 

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What’s your love language?

Good morning! 

I came in to work yesterday morning, my first day back at the hospital working full time for the summer to find this.

My first apple for the teacher.❤🍎 And my very own YETI. In seafoam green. So I can escape to the beach in my mind. And I can drink HOT coffee while I’m there, hazelnut, my favorite.

It was dropped off for me last week by a friend who was visiting their mother in the hospital. 

I would guess this friend’s love language to be giving gifts. What a most thoughtful gift! And unexpected at that. Thank you!

What is your love language? How do you express your love and admiration to others? Is it through words of affirmation, complimenting others, through quality time, offering your undivided attention, through receiving gifts, through acts of service, serving others with no ulterior motives in sight, or by physical touch?

As you could probably guess, words of affirmation come most naturally to me. I’m a words girl. And serving others follows close behind.

It all boils down to this. We all like to be valued. Loved. However you choose to acknowledge and engage with others, remember this. It’s a simple rule. The Golden Rule. Treat people like you would like to be treated yourself. 

Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m off to fill my cup. My seafoam green YETI cup with HOT, hazelnut coffee and start my day in the PICU serving others. Children. It’s what we do there! 😊

Do to others as you would have them do to you.                                             Luke 6:31

Love and laughter, 

Sandy 

The Battle

Good morning! 

Today is Memorial Day.

The day we honor the fallen. Those that went before us. Those that served their country. And we also honor those that served their family and community.  By decorating their graves and flying flags.

 My mother’s body now resides at Floral Haven. They are known for their Avenue of Flags. Flag flown for veterans. Some 5,000 of them this year, I heard.

It’s a beautiful sight to see. With each flag, you can almost imagine those fighting in battle. You can almost smell the gun powder. Hear the burst of gunfire. Feel their fear as they entered enemy territory. 

I can’t imagine what it would be like. To go into battle. I’m ever so thankful I don’t have to. With that I say thank you from the bottom of my heart to those who did. And still do. 

We live in a world where we have always had battles. And most likely always will.

Today let’s all be thankful that there’s one battle we do not have to fight. None of us. The final battle.  Between good and evil. It’s already been won. It’s not ours to fight, but God’s. 

Enjoy this Memorial Day, whether you’re at the lake, at home, or having to labor. And thank a veteran. Thank those who today offer their service to protect this land we call free. Freedom isn’t free. They’ve paid the price and are still paying.  Just like Jesus has for you and me. 

Happy  Memorial  Day!

The Lord says this to you: Be not afraid or dismayed at this great multitude; for the battle is not yours, but God’s.    2 Chronicles 20:15
Love and laughter, 

Sandy 

Take Five

Good morning! 

Take five is something you say to someone to take a short break or rest. A five minute respite.

We do it often in our special education classrooms. 

My youngest daughter stopped by yesterday afternoon to drop off her dog while she went to the lake and left me this treat. 

A bag of snack size Take 5 candy bars.

 They’re one of my faves. 🍫 Chocolate, caramel, and just a hint of salty crunch with a pretzel added to the mix. 

I first tasted one years ago. I’ve worked at Saint Francis Hospital for many years. Every year they used to do an employee survey, and if you completed it, you got a Take 5.

She knew I enjoyed them, so she got me a bag to enjoy in recognition of my newfound employment. She told me I worked hard, now I could take 5. Take a short rest. 

And a short rest it shall be. I’m back to work full time for the summer at the Children’s Hospital at St. Francis next week. I also have lots of learning to do myself before I begin to teach others to learn .

How about you? Do you need to take 5? Do you need to take a rest from something?

If so, by all means, Take 5! Rest! We all need to restore our soul. Even God did! On the seventh day. God rested.

Let’s all enjoy this long Memorial Day weekend and take five. Take a moment to slow down from the hectic pace this world constantly spins at, and give thanks for all those who died before us, especially those that died FOR us. Then take a little rest. 😴 Take 5. Let Christ restore your soul.

By the seventh day God had finished  the work He had been doing; so on the seventh day He rested from all his work.                                               Genesis 2:2

Love and laughter, 

Sandy 

Desires Of Your Heart

Good morning! 

My middle daughter is a flight attendant. 

She recently was in Boston, a city we used to visit often. My youngest daughter’s father was from the north shores area, so we frequently flew there ourselves. 

Each time we visited, we usually frequented two places to eat. One was Roy Moore’s Lobster Co. in Rockport and the other was Kelly’s roast beef sandwiches in Danvers. 

My daughter texted me a picture of a Kelly’s roast beef sandwich. She had stopped in to get one. Yum! I hadn’t had one in over a decade! I was having food envy.

Until yesterday.  She texted me she was home, and she had a surprise. I headed that way after school. 

For my very own Kelly’s roast beef sandwich. Yum!

What a good daughter, so thoughtful! She had granted me the desires of my heart. And my stomach.

My entire day was example after example of God granting me the desires of my heart. I had a wonderful last day at Jenks West Elementary. God granted me a delicious lunch in fellowship one last time with the ladies that made up the special education department. God granted me a day full of touching goodbyes. He granted me an offer for the job of my dreams. He fed me a roast beef sandwich, and a delightful dinner with loved ones I call friends, and ended my day with a beautiful bouquet of roses. 

My support system is good. They granted me the desires of my heart. God is even greater.  He granted me the desires of my heart in His timing. Greater than I ever imagined. 

How about you? What are the desires of your heart?  

I encourage you to just ask. Ask God to grant you the desires of your heart and watch out. You may just have a May 26th just around the corner just as special as mine! ❤

Thank you everyone that made my day so special!

Take delight in the Lord, and He will give you the desires of your heart. Psalm 37:4
Love and laughter, 

Sandy 

Bittersweet

Good morning! 

Today is my last day at Jenks West Elementary. Normally I am running on caffeine and adrenaline because I spend most of my Thursday nights also working the night shift at The Children’s Hospital at St Francis. You do what you have to do to make ends meet. But today is different.  

Today I am running on emotions. Bittersweet emotions. The children are all gone. Yesterday was their last day of school. Today is our staff work day. To clean up. To Pack up. For me, to say my goodbyes and move on to a new chapter of my life.

I’m sad. 😔 I’m happy. ☺ 

I’m sad to say goodbye to those I’ve spent the past two years with day in and out. I’m happy to begin the next school year teaching in my own classroom. 

I work with preschoolers.  I couldn’t say it any better than Dr. Seuss, a favorite children’s author.

I can’t promise I won’t shed a tear or two before it’s all said and done because it’s over. 😢 But I can promise I will smile because it happened.  ☺ 

The kids. The staff. The love and the laughter. They all built a foundation that I will carry with me for years to come. With a smile on my face and a smile in my heart I walk away today. Because it happened. 😊❤

Thank you to all my friends at Jenks West Elementary! Carolyn, Sara, Kassi, Katy, Randy, Rose, Molly, Dana, Suzanne, Christina, Bunny, Nurse Becky, and all the other teachers and ECAs that have touched my life. ❤ The t-shirt I wear today says it all, West is best! 

And thank you Dr. Seuss, for your words of wisdom. And now I shall cherish Dr. Seuss’s last published words. Words I’ve seen more times than not this last week of school, as I’ve been asked to write in this book for many a student. Oh, The Places You’ll Go! 

I’m off to great places. Farewell JWE! TPS here I come! 

I’m reminded of an old round from childhood days. Make new friends, but keep the old. One is silver and the other gold. I’ll weather the bitter goodbyes. Here’s to the sweet memories I carry with me. I love you all and will miss you!

Does a spring pour out sweet and bitter water from the same opening? James 3:11

Love and laughter, 

Sandy 

Fresh Cut Flowers

Good morning! 

I received this beautiful fresh cut flower bouquet earlier this week from the dear volunteer in our classroom.  She’s the best! 💖

I love hot pink, and I love fresh flowers. And I love Miss Cheryl even,more! She is one of the most generous women I know. With her time and her resources. I have been so blessed to know her.

I love fresh flowers. They bring a little bit of the outside in. Nature indoors. The only.problem is they do not last forever. Within a week or so, they usually fade and die. 

That’s because they are fresh cut. They are severed from their roots. Severed from their life source. 

That’s how it is with us. We may look beautiful on the outside for all to see, but if we become severed from our life source, our creator, we, too, fade and die. Maybe not as qickly as the flowers of the field, but we will not see eternity with our Father if we cut off our connection to Him.

Let’s all stay connected. To the source that offers us life. Eternal life. And until we meet Him face to face, let’s seek His word for our connection. Let’s leave the severed connections to the flowers we bring inside to brighten our material world.

Thank you, Miss Cheryl, for all you have done for our classroom. I have thoroughly enjoyed these past few years in your presence.  You have planted seeds in today’s youth that will grow and flourish.  Your garden grows greater than just the fresh cut flowers you’ve shared. 

The grass withereth, the flower fadeth, but the word of our God shall stand forever.                                               Isaiah 40:8

Love and laughter, 

Sandy