It’s relatively hard to believe I’m staring down the halls of a school, knocking on the metaphorical door of education…again.
One college class, $800, and six months later I learned tonight that I passed my final examination. Officially I’m once again a licensed teacher, I hold one certificate, and I’m on a provisional certificate for another.
…now administration knows.
…now the nerves try to cease.
…now the praise is given to Him.
…now the prayers of anxietyanxiety are held to Him.
I’d rather light myself on fire.
I don’t know the underlying problem, but I hate core workouts. Crunches, planks, etc…I can’t stand them. It’s boring, long, and I rarely see progress.
I was trying to figure out what to cook this evening, and I found a fun recipe involving quinoa and black beans (two of my favorite foods).
What’s the odds that I’d actually have all the ingredients without going to the store?
Yes, God is good.
Complete proteins are a huge part of the repair process for the body. Today was a rest day for me, a chance for me to hydrate and get off my legs. It’s also a chance to cook up a massive meal since my night is free.
Here we go…
I sauted onions and garlic in coconut oil, afterwards I added quinoa and vegetable broth to the sauce pan and let it simmer. At this moment I added cumin and cayenne pepper. Quinoa cooked for fifteen minutes, afterwards I added frozen corn and let it simmer again for five minutes. Finally I added rinsed black beans and cilantro.
Huge, huge serving and very filling. It’s gluten free, vegetarian, and in this case was organic. Total prep and cook time took about an hour.
Total cost of this dish is in the $6-$8 range due to pending quinoa pricepricess.
It’s 9:00 PM and I’m just now rolling into homebase.
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I’ll confess, I’m trying to be optimistic to a reckless level.
For so long, along with others I assume, my mindset has been something like…
This would be great if if happened. Granted, it probably won’t.
Such thought immediately limits what we allow God to do in our lives.
Within those lines, Christians could afford to be a bit more reckless with their lives.
At the moment, I no longer dream of a “better day”. Instead, I see it.
Darco will be promoted. I will get a classroom teaching position. We will finally get bills caught up, credit repaired, and relocated into the city. We’ll have a savings account that isn’t empty, and we’ll finally reduce our expenses on fuel. This isn’t some dream, this is the path that we’re on.
I pray that I can be a bit mormoree reckless with my faith.
Darco will never know how many times I’ll fall asleep at night with the samesame, quiet prayer…
God, please don’t let her give up on me.
The wind has changed, temperature dropped, and nightfall is coming.
Heading home this evening, the howling wind reminded me of a similar scenario five years ago.
Along the Flint Hills of Kansas I drove my parents car to an interview at a large high school. I couldn’t afford fuel for my truck, and I was desperately searching for a school. Through the barren fields I drove. Five hours to the destination and five hours home, with an hour interview between.
The winter wheat was red, sky gray, and truly the world felt apocalyptic as the wind howled. Merely a memory now, but a fearful sensation at the time.
Life has moved on from that depressing journey, and maybe…just maybe…this coming week will grant peace to that failed endeavour.