Hi folks! It has been a couple of weeks since I posted anything. In fact, I haven't even been reading my Bible. I hate to admit that.
My husband took a new job. I am more than halfway through pregnancy number two. My two year old keeps me active. Christmas is almost here. I am overwhelmed by housework, writing peices, and grading papers for my students.
I will not be posting until after New Year's Day. I have to reorganize my time and my schedule. I am not sure where this blog will fit in, but January always seems to be a great time to reorganize. Hopefully, I will talk to you all soon.
Jessica is a fifth grade teacher and beginning freelance writer. She is the wife-extraordinaire to Josh and mother of two year old Devon. When she isn't teaching, mothering, cooking, cleaning, or writing, you can find her locked in a quiet room reading.
Thursday, December 22, 2011
Tuesday, December 6, 2011
Using Our Gifts
Each of us has God-given gifts. Romans 12 tells us that each of us are unique in our abilities. Instead of judging others based upon the gifts they have or don't have, we are to celebrate our gifts and use them.
I am trying to figure out how best to use my gifts. My husband's new position makes it possible for me to explore other career options. Today I pray that my gifts will be revealed, and I will know how to use them.
Jessica is a fifth grade teacher and beginning freelance writer. She is the wife-extraordinaire to Josh and mother of two year old Devon. When she isn't teaching, mothering, cooking, cleaning, or writing, you can find her locked in a quiet room reading.
I am trying to figure out how best to use my gifts. My husband's new position makes it possible for me to explore other career options. Today I pray that my gifts will be revealed, and I will know how to use them.
Jessica is a fifth grade teacher and beginning freelance writer. She is the wife-extraordinaire to Josh and mother of two year old Devon. When she isn't teaching, mothering, cooking, cleaning, or writing, you can find her locked in a quiet room reading.
Monday, December 5, 2011
Following Orders
While I am still not in a Christmas mood, I will follow orders.
In 1 Samuel, Saul does not follow the orders given by God through Samuel. Because of this, his army must fight without weapons.
I learned the importance of following orders as a young child. My parents taught me well. One of the orders I feel compelled to follow is to raise my son by teaching him the true meaning of Christmas.
We aren't wrapped up in decorations or parties this year. We aren't going big on the celebrations. However, my son and I made cookies this weekend, and yesterday we took him to see Santa. I feel that a belief in Santa helps them understand the omnipresent God when they are older. As long as SAnta is not the FULL focus of Christmas, I feel that it is an okay belief.
We may not be perfect parents, but my son will learn about the advent wreath and he will go Christmas caroling with our church. Come Christmas morning, we will be in church for a communion service. The Christmas spirit may not be in my heart, but the Holy Spirit is!
Jessica is a fifth grade teacher and beginning freelance writer. She is the wife-extraordinaire to Josh and mother of two year old Devon. When she isn't teaching, mothering, cooking, cleaning, or writing, you can find her locked in a quiet room reading.
In 1 Samuel, Saul does not follow the orders given by God through Samuel. Because of this, his army must fight without weapons.
I learned the importance of following orders as a young child. My parents taught me well. One of the orders I feel compelled to follow is to raise my son by teaching him the true meaning of Christmas.
We aren't wrapped up in decorations or parties this year. We aren't going big on the celebrations. However, my son and I made cookies this weekend, and yesterday we took him to see Santa. I feel that a belief in Santa helps them understand the omnipresent God when they are older. As long as SAnta is not the FULL focus of Christmas, I feel that it is an okay belief.
We may not be perfect parents, but my son will learn about the advent wreath and he will go Christmas caroling with our church. Come Christmas morning, we will be in church for a communion service. The Christmas spirit may not be in my heart, but the Holy Spirit is!
Jessica is a fifth grade teacher and beginning freelance writer. She is the wife-extraordinaire to Josh and mother of two year old Devon. When she isn't teaching, mothering, cooking, cleaning, or writing, you can find her locked in a quiet room reading.
Friday, December 2, 2011
December
The current temperature outside is 23 degrees. Christmas music plays on the radio stations. My mailbox is flooded with ordered gifts and Christmas cards. Unfortunately, the Christmas spirit just isn't in me this year.
I am tired. I am overwhelmed. I am sad for friends whose lives have been devastated by loss over the past four months. I don't feel like putting up the tree or decorating my house. I don't even feel like cleaning my house.
This sounds terribly depressing, I know. I am just not sure what the next step should be. I do not feel motivated by the calendar saying it is now December.
Jessica is a fifth grade teacher and beginning freelance writer. She is the wife-extraordinaire to Josh and mother of two year old Devon. When she isn't teaching, mothering, cooking, cleaning, or writing, you can find her locked in a quiet room reading.
I am tired. I am overwhelmed. I am sad for friends whose lives have been devastated by loss over the past four months. I don't feel like putting up the tree or decorating my house. I don't even feel like cleaning my house.
This sounds terribly depressing, I know. I am just not sure what the next step should be. I do not feel motivated by the calendar saying it is now December.
Jessica is a fifth grade teacher and beginning freelance writer. She is the wife-extraordinaire to Josh and mother of two year old Devon. When she isn't teaching, mothering, cooking, cleaning, or writing, you can find her locked in a quiet room reading.
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