I am thankful today for answered prayers, for God’s providence in leading people and situations in not only a spiritual way, but also in a geographical and physical way.
And today, I am especially thankful that my mom’s surgery went well. She is recovering from anesthesia, and her lungs held up. I don’t know how her recovery will be, but I know she is alive! Count your blessings.
Dear friend from Indiana who I went to CUC with and sat in education classes with for four years,
I am thankful that I know you. I am thankful for the wonderful conversations we have had, the food we have eaten (and even made sometimes) together, the coffee dates, the support even in the most hectic and crazy semesters, and simply all the fun we have had together. From Astha’s to LOGOS to praying about lost cell phones, to joining your wedding party, and spending time in Chicago afterwards, I am thankful for the times we have had together.
You are an amazing person. I know that amidst the crazy grade 8 boy and prepping for a million different subjects (unlike the 3 or 4 we would prep for in the public school system, then repeat them on different groups of students), you are becoming a wonderful teacher. Maybe you will even get those kids to really like Shakespeare as much as you do. And hopefully you will get to hang out with your crazy friend from North Dakota from time to time along the way. I miss you,
I have found and heard that sometimes even the smallest words of encouragement can make the most profound differences in the course of events, when they are said under the right circumstances. Because of this, we should make every effort to encourage others whenever and wherever we can.
"16 Let the word of Christ dwell in you richly in all wisdom; teaching and admonishing one another in psalms and hymns and spiritual songs, singing with grace in your hearts to the Lord.". Colossians 3:16
What is the most encouraging thing someone else has said to you?
Thank you, my beautiful teacher friend from BC who is working in Alberta now, (Recognize that I am also thankful for my many other beautiful teacher friends) for all of the friendship and support you have shown me in the past 5ish years. That first summer working as ‘flower girls’ for plant services I remember thinking you might be too pampered for my taste- and then I realized I really like being a girly girl sometimes. I also realized (somewhere in the midst of climbing on top of buildings to plant and water the flower beds on the roof, using the electric hedge trimmer from the back of the pickup, and hauling wood) that ‘pampered’ was not a term to describe our reality, it was merely a term used to describe what we wished even the briefest moments of our reality could at least seem like from time to time. When you left early that summer because you were homesick, I really really missed you!
As time went on, I learned that I could turn to you for encouragement and a listening ear, and I miss all those great adventures we went on together or with our group: the ice castle, all girls Fridays, crepes, ‘community’ lunches with (our other curly haired blondish energetic teaching friend), camp meeting, education classes, restaurants, and the practicum we got to share at the same school (especially the ‘girl days’ when our other practicum friend had more manly things to do than accompanying us to the Christian bookstore/coffee shop for some relax and talk time after school).
When your heart broke this summer, my heart broke a bit too. I’m so thankful to have been your friend for these past years, and though there has been some silence this year (as our teaching careers are still starting and we have both had many things on our hearts and minds) my prayer is that our friendship continues to grow and see many more happy times as well. Thank you for being my friend!!
One Moravian missionary, Christian Henry Rauch, had already gone out from Bethlehem to the Indians, and one evening he walked back into the settlement accompanied by an Indian man. Christian Henry introduced the Indian as Tschoop, and soon Tschoop and Ludwig were deep in conversation.
“Christian Henry tells me that you are a believer in Christ,” Ludwig began.
“Yes, I am,” Tschoop said, his eyes blazing with zeal.
“Tell me brother, how did that come to be?”
Tschoop leaned back on his chair and folded his arms. “It is a simple story. I have been a heathen and grown old among the heathen, and I know how the heathen think. Once a preacher came to our village to explain to us that there was a God.” He stopped and chuckled to himself before continuing. “We asked him, ‘Do you think us so ignorant that we do not know that? Go back to where you came from!’
“And so he left us. Then another white man came, and he said, ‘You must not steal. You must not lie. You must not get drunk.’ And we said to him. ‘You fool. Don’t you think we know that already? Learn the lesson you preach yourself before you try to convince us with your teaching. For who are bigger thieves, or who lies more often, or who is more frequently drunk than your own white people?’
“And that preacher went away too. But then Christian Henry came to visit our village.”
“What was different about him?” Ludwig asked, leaning closer to Tschoop.
“Ah, he spoke as one who knew. He told us of a mighty one, the Lord of earth and sky, who left His glory in the heavens to give His life for all men. He told us that this God loves poor Indian sinners and longs to gain our love and to be our Savior and take us to His Father’s home above.”
“So that is what convinced you?” Ludwig asked.
“That, and what he did next. He concluded his preaching by saying, ‘Friends, I am weary with my journey, and I want to lay down my head, so please excuse me.’ And with that he lay down beside our spears and arrows and immediately fell into a peaceful sleep. We looked at each other, and I whispered, ‘This is new. Yes, we have heard glad tidings, and this sleeper here knows them to be true. Look, he knows he has a friend above, or why else would he sleep here with men of war all around him and the war whoop in his ear?’
“We watched him all night, and in the morning, we told him that he need not journey on, that we wanted him to stay and tell us more about the loving, dying one. And that is how I heard of Jesus and came to have fellowship with Him.”
Count Zinzendorf, Firstfruit, by Janet and Geoff Benge
In 1742 Ludwig von Zinzendorf and his daughter, Benigna went to visit and help with the work of the first Moravian mission in the Americas, located in Pennsylvania. While the entire story is amazing, this exert was a short story within a story, perfect for posting on a social networking site like Tumblr…
“Mr. S, you gave away free cookies yesterday. I did not get any free cookies yesterday. Mr. S, I need my free cookies right away. Please bring them down to my office…”—Message dilivered over the school intercom this morning (mind you, the intercom can be heard outside in the schoolyard and surrounding houses, as well…) This is another reason to love PD days at school…