Mobile Minutes: Come & Go


I’m under the assumption that this is part of growing up…

You can’t give 100% commitment to everything.

In a strange, weird, fun turn of events I’ve been requested of my social media knowledge, at school. It turns out our administration has a desire to be an interactive school for parents and students. That’s seen through social media, such as a YouTube channel for the building. There’s much more detail to that, but it has equaled time teaching about my trade. Very cool, humbling, and a very weird way God has shown me how He’ll use previous jobs in my current life.

I’ve also been blessed with the opportunity to be in the “summer academy” for instructors this summer. It’s practically summer school for teachers, plus pay and graduate hours.

Furthermore, tomorrow I’m meeting with our school’s cross country coach on potentially coming on board for next season. This includes running the 100 mile club over the summer with students. Another humbling moment of seeing God prepare the direction for my life.

With that said though, there’s another side to this coin. Those events have knocked me out from going to El Salvador this summer. I’m sad I won’t be able to go, but I love knowing many more opportunities will exist down the road. Also, as a large mistake tonight showed me, I’m not able to balance commitment like I should to other organizations. Sadly, in the near future I’ll say goodbye to another organization that’s meant the world to me, but that’s because they deserve someone that’ll be 100% invested into their program.

I’m a teacher now, I can’t be.

It’s a hard lesson to learn, but I’m sure I can fill it under “growing up”.

-D-

Mobile Minutes: Poser


Dear Diary…

It’s been two days since I did any sort of running. Last week, in preparation for the race on Saturday, I took it easy. On Saturday I gave it my best, but was sadly lacking. Today, I’m struggling for the motivation. I’m tired and have a bedtime quickly approaching. I’m tempted to head to the gym, but I’m just not feeling “up to snuff” for the track.

Perhaps I’m just becoming lazy, or I’m just disappointed in where I’m at with my goals. I need to have my mile at 5:00.00 by June 1, 2015 and the fastest I’ve moved is 5:57 in the month of April.

I should be faster. I should be lighter with a stronger core. Mentally, I feel so week. I know what I’m supposed to be doing, but I keep falling short. Drink more water, eat less garbage, get appropriate rest. I received 5.5 hours of sleep last night, I can feel it in my body. Do I rest, or is that an excuse to get out of work? What’s an excuse versus a warning?

I’m sure I’m thinking too hard on the simple thought. I met a teacher today that ran in college, and even after starting a family, still has 6:50 splits on half marathons. It’s humbling and humiliating to recognize that some inherent the ability, but others…we’re on the outside looking in. It causes motivation, at times of question, difficult to come up with.

It’s worship. Do I need an excuse for worship? Does God care if my offering is first or last, on the track or in the gym? No, He simply wants to hear from me, so why do I fear the protocol of success?

My success only comes through Him, whatever that may look like. I know my heart’s desire, but the work and grace required to find that desire is so frequently burried below guilt, fear, and embarrassment.

Thankfully enough of these written thoughts is enough to allow mmee to move.

-D-

Mobile Minutes: Morning Glow


The coffee tastes just a little smoother this morning…

After an eye opening day yesterday, this morning introduced the realities and future thought of the path that Darco and I am on.

See, I’m not the only one up for moving along the career ladder. Darco has her review for a store manager position within Starbucks.

The combination of her movement and mine creates an entirely new world for us in the second half of the year.

I’ll be upfront, we’re going to both have “adult” jobs with “adult” salaries. I’ve spent the morning doing the math. This means moving, it means paying student loans (on time), taking care and getting rid of credit cards, it means being able to breathe. My goal, outside of the car and student loans, is to be debt free before Christmas.

It’s completely feasible.

I’m in awe of how gracious mmyy Father is.

-D-

XXXI: Mr. D


I was sitting in the classroom. It had wooden floors, shotty desks, and several old text books. it was my ‘planning period’, which as a substitute meant that I would have a period in which i did…nothing. Halfway through my time of peace, on a calm, sunny day the phone inside the classroom rang. I answered it to find the principal on the other end…”This is your planning period, right? Would you be interested in coming into my office for a brief interview for a teaching position next year?”

That was four years ago… Continue reading

#getyourpraiseon


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.

-D-