I like to listen to what I call the Hank and John podcast, also known as Follow Him. I started listening because I missed going to an Institute class, but to be honest, it has helped me solve some issue with my kids and with life skills. I'm not sure I glean enough scriptural information, but I have found it has helped me with other life skills.
So here is today's new goal. I need to write more stories here. I love to write in story form, but I also like to make photo entries. I can do both.
I actually have a story to tell this week.
I have had a rough couple of weeks at school. My team has never been nice, but they have been down right nasty lately. I have a habit of praying what is in my heart, not what sounds good. One morning I prayed that we could help those who need us and stay away from those who don't want our help.
On my way home from work, I got a call. It came over the blue-tooth, so I just answered it. It was a teacher from Linden California that I first met when Wes taught with her at the Middle School over 30 years ago. Through the years she taught a few of our kids and I observed her teaching many times when I needed to observe someone for a class. She was truly a gifted and patient teacher. It is safe to say that she and I had a friendly relationship, as she shared things about her family and she knew my family very well. When she retired six years ago, I sent a card and had all my kids write in it- that was a project. I haven't talked to her in 18 years,
She called to tell me that she had a story to tell me. She knew I would want to hear it and she felt inspired to call me that day. She went on to tell me about a medical miracle she had experienced. It was a long story. There was no doubt that the hand of God had been involved it this event.
You know where else the hand of God had been involved in? In that phone call. That day. Sometimes when people are making your life difficult, you wonder if maybe it's you. This phone call was a gift. It was an answer to prayer. My heart was filled with gratitude that God would reach out to me and let me know that He still trust me with His children. With their secrets. With their tender hearts. With their kindness.
As for the rest of the week, well, a few things resolved themselves. Maybe it is January...maybe it is not.
Stay Warm.....
