I won't pray for that

Today someone asked me to pray for healing for someone they know. Is it rude that I responded with "I'll pray for God's will in the situation"?? 

On a daily basis, people ask me to pray for them in some way. A family member is sick. They're having troubles at work. Whatever the case may be. It happens every day. 

But I can't bring my self to pray for healing or safety or anything like that. Is it selfish to pray for the outcome you want I a situation when maybe that's not the ultimate plan? Is it wrong to pray for healing when maybe it's someone's special time to go hang with Jesus? Is it questioning God to ask for counsel from others before you ask advice from the One who created you? Is it proactive to moan and groan about being single? 

I won't pray that you're healed, but I'll pray for His will to be done. I won't pray for you to get the dream job, but I will pray for your patience and your peace! I won't pray for you to find the love of your life tomorrow, but I will pray that you find happiness in your life, as is, and that when you're ready, if that's the plan, that you find someone amazing. 

If you ask me, I will always pray for you,though it may not be the way you'd expected. 

God will work out everything the way it supposed to be. Everything happens for a reason. Even the bad things! Embrace it. Learn from it. 

Everything will be okay. 

And I will fear no evil

Today I am giving a lot of thought and prayer time to the idea of fear. 

We shall see where this leads.. 

Worrying is a sin.

Did you know that? 

Well, I've been worrying (aka sinning) a lot lately, especially this week. 

We weren't promised an easy life right?

Who's my favorite superhero?

Can we talk about how freakin excited I am for tomorrow? 

It's costume day at the preschool, and I am dressing up as my very favorite superhero. 

The kids are going to love it! 

Check Instagram tomorrow to find out the answer to the mystery!!

Nutshell (edited)

Today was a very long day. 

Parts of it were good. Parts of it weren't. 

I got to sing at church this weekend, and it went better than I'd hoped. I was very pleased, and more importantly, it brought the glory to the One who deserves it. 

Then I went over to the preschool and set up for this week's many adventures. It's going to be a long one, busy with lots of activities but totally worth the struggle. 

Then I had a collegiate leader meetingwhereafter  I got a phone call that tookmy afternoon into an unhappy place.

Sometimes it takes the actions or the words of one or two people to confirm what you've really known all along. 

I'm home now, resting and gearing up for the busyness that will ensue when my alarm clock rings tomorrow morning. 

Side story: when I was in Georgia last week, I met a lot of people, and became better friends with those I'd already met. Tonight,  and the end of a long and tiring day, a smile was brought to my face through a phone call. There's nothing that will snap me out of a bad mood faster than a thick southern accent. 

Goodnight 

Tonight

Tonight I am missing Georgia. 

The scenery. 

The old friends who grew closer. 

The new friends I met. 

I miss it all, so much it aches. 

I've lost my voice.

Today, my two fellow teachers and I took 22 rowdy kindergarteners to the bird sanctuary, wherein I lost my voice. 

It isn't completely gone. Probably 65 percent or so. Barely audible, but no pain, which is good!

The downside is that tomorrow at 10 am, I have rehearsal for the Easter play. And then I have been given the opportunity to sing in big church, as a solo piece, for the very first time. 

I am excited and nervous, as expected, but I am anxious more so about my throat and my voice. 

Prayers are appreciated. 

Ft. Hood (My opinion)

Tonight's post may not be the most popular of opinions, but it's something I was thinkin about today. 

Specialist Lopez, the man who shot up Ft. Hood the other day, is one of the most talked about men in America right now. 

I have a few thoughts about the events of the other day. 

Obviously, Specialist Lopez is a man with issues. Let me start by saying that I am IN NO WAY condoning what he did. Not at all. 

Did you know that one in eight soldiers returns home from deployment now-a-days with PTSD? Think about this. One in eight people. And think about this! Do you think that every soldier that comes back from deployment that MAY have PTSD will actually admit that and go in for treatment? I don't! Anyone who knows people who serve their country should know that they are a proud people who aren't easily going to admit that they have a problem. I think that CNN's statistic of 1 in 8 is a safe guess. I think PTSD affects a lot of our military men and women. Specialist Lopez had been diagnosed with severe PTSD because he served our country in Iraq. 

Again I will say that I am not saying what he did was right or justifiable. What I AM saying is that he was a very sick man who, in serving our country and protecting our family, made a poor decision with his actions. 

I am sorry to the families of the fallen soldiers, and I am praying for those in recovery with injuries. 

But you know what? 

At the end of the day, I am praying for the Lopez family as well. Their son, brother and friend is being blasted on the news as this terribly horrible person, when what he did happened because of a disease he got protecting me and mine. 

What he did was wrong. 

Four soldiers are now dead, and more than a dozen are injured. 

Being paralyzed by PTSD does not excuse away his behavior. 

But painting him as some sort of serial killer isn't right either. 

Pray for the injured, and pray for the families of those who died. 

All of them. 

Happy Wednesday.

Oh my heck!

Today was such a long day. Ha!

I am singing in the Easter Production coming up in a couple of weeks, and did some rehearsal today. The song I'm singing is coming along pretty well thanks to Liz and Ms. Sheila. 

I can't quite get back on to a Nevada sleep schedule. I got so tired at like 8 tonight. Apparently my body is still on Georgia time haha. 

I suppose I should be productive and go to my vacation laundry. 

Have a happy Wednesday evening y'all!

Crossfit? Ha!

Today I had a conversation with one of the preschool moms that made me laugh. 

This mom, G, is SUPER in shape. She does the crossfit program at a place down the street from the preschool, and because of her size and known athletic ability, I'm sure she's amazing at it. 

We were talking about my desire to eat better and get into (much) better shape. She responded back with "oh! You should come do crossfit with me! It's so fun! You get an awesome work out!"

I almost died laughing. 

I am a big kid. I have been oversized for literally as long as I can remember. 

There is no way on God's green earth that I am going to be able to do crossfit. 

She says you take it at your own pace, and it's all about figuring out how many reps you think you can do, of whatever exercise, and doing one more than that. 

So, I agreed to go. They have a free trial thing, so I agreed to torture myself and try it. 

What can go wrong right? 

#thismaynotgowell