#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-

Mobile Minutes: Reckless Daydreans


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.

-D-

Mobile Minutes: Bleak


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.

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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.

-D-

XXXI: Addict


Once upon a time, when I was much younger, naive, and frankly…dumb, I got involved in an event in high school that resulted in a threat of suspension. Another student had posted on their locker (this is circa 2004) a lengthy explanation of why they did not agree with our government being involved in Iraq. Continue reading

Mobile Minutes: Chicken Soup for the Runner


Productive day during this break from school. Cleaned the kitchen, made juice, cleaned the kitchen again, had lunch, and started dinner. The cloudy, cool, damp day wanted to keep me indoors, but thankfully Jim popped over to get me out of the apartment (flat on the Mazda3 needed to be changed out).

Afterwards, I felt the sudden inspiration to run “stadiums” (running up and down the flights of steps at a local football field) for my workout. I had forgotten that technically Thursday’s are my day of rest from running. Darco was gone for the day and night, so truly the day was up to me. Two hours later I finished my workout, grabbed coffee (haven’t had that in nearly a week), and headed home.

Finished my rehab workouts from my doctor, and hopped in the shower (shame on me, it had been two days). Upon finishing I checked on the dinner that I had started; a crock pot variety of chicken soup with gluten free pasta noodles.

Now? I’m sitting comfortably on the couch, preparing to watch a new episode of Arrow, iced coffee on the table, chicken soup in a bowl, and a calm glow from the lamp in the living room.

Truly, this is the best day of spring break to date.

Oh yeah…the department of education also said today that I qualify for a provisional social studies middle school certification without having to take their content examination!

-D-