There's so much in your
conversation
that isn't words.
How do I respond
to the hurt in your eyes
when your words say
"I'm fine"?
The nano-seconds
of flickering emotions
in your face
tell me you don't agree
with yourself.
Your physical self
is trying so hard
to contain the emotional.
I wish you were confident enough
to tell me with words
what you really want to say.
Wednesday, March 28, 2012
Friday, March 23, 2012
Exodus 2:9 And Pharaoh's daughter said unto her, Take this child away, and nurse it for me, and I will give thee thy wages. And the women took the child, and nursed it. (10) And the child grew, and she brought him unto Pharaoh's daughter, and he became her son. And she called his name Moses: and she said, Because I drew him out of the water.
This story is much harder to read now that I have children of my own. Now I can feel the mother's anguish and desperation as she searched for any solution for the survival of her child. I can feel her joy as God miraculously made a way. Then I can see how she probably had doubts. Wouldn't a dead innocent child be better than one who grew up to defy the Holy One of Israel? And in the surroundings Moses was to grow up in, she had no way of knowing how he would choose. (Not that we ever do.) I can see how each moment of physical nurture, also became one of spiritual nurture. I can see her trying to ingrain the Torah into her child and whispering "Hear, Oh Israel, the Lord our God is one Lord" to him while he slept.
Since it was common to nurse children into the 4th year and sometimes up to the 6th, this makes this story come to life even more for me as I watch my own 4 year old. I see, now, how critical those years are for spiritual development. I see her sincere hunger for God and immeasurable faith. She teaches me about God every day. I pray that I am also teaching her the right things about Him.
This story is much harder to read now that I have children of my own. Now I can feel the mother's anguish and desperation as she searched for any solution for the survival of her child. I can feel her joy as God miraculously made a way. Then I can see how she probably had doubts. Wouldn't a dead innocent child be better than one who grew up to defy the Holy One of Israel? And in the surroundings Moses was to grow up in, she had no way of knowing how he would choose. (Not that we ever do.) I can see how each moment of physical nurture, also became one of spiritual nurture. I can see her trying to ingrain the Torah into her child and whispering "Hear, Oh Israel, the Lord our God is one Lord" to him while he slept.
Since it was common to nurse children into the 4th year and sometimes up to the 6th, this makes this story come to life even more for me as I watch my own 4 year old. I see, now, how critical those years are for spiritual development. I see her sincere hunger for God and immeasurable faith. She teaches me about God every day. I pray that I am also teaching her the right things about Him.
Tuesday, March 20, 2012
Proverbs 12:22-23 "Lying lips are abomination to the LORD: but they that deal truly are his delight. A prudent man concealeth knowledge: but the heart of fools proclaimeth foolishness."
I was born with a strong desire to please people. Self-sacrifice was many times worth it if I could get affirmation. This generally meant my parent's and teachers... thankfully I was sheltered and this trait was not exploited. As I grew, this sometimes meant that in order to please someone, the story I told them would be "tailored" to them. In the beginning stages of maturity, I didn't have the discernment to know how that could easily lead to lying. Eventually, I saw what I was doing as wrong and developed a strong desire for the truth in every area of my life, even when it was painful.
First, that meant that I just didn't talk in public as much. There are too many nuances and social expectations that multiply exponentially with each added person that challenge a dedication to truth if you have not developed that trait in the public arena. It's one thing to be brutally honest with yourself, but to keep that distinction in casual conversation is often easily construed to make you appear as if you think you are better than others, or cold and unfeeling... sometimes it's just better to keep quiet when you're trying to learn to speak only in truth.
Eventually, this meant that I became a better listener. I learned to more accurately see what someone was feeling and trying to say that their words weren't conveying. I realized that people have so much built up inside of them from trying to verbally prance through the social arena where frank speaking isn't exactly encouraged, and everyone seems to just be speaking at each other with few listening, that someone who would just listen to them would eventually let them get past the fluff and tell you what they really felt. This heightened my desire to say what was true to me and to speak what I knew with conviction.
I'm still an evolving truth speaker. I constantly come away from conversations with a pricked conscience and find myself repenting, yet again, for careless words. But I'm learning, and figuring out that the next step for me is not only speaking truth, but love. Looking at others through the black and white lens of only truth is disheartening and easily becomes judgmental.
Ephesians 4:14-16
"That we henceforth be no more children, tossed to and fro, and carried about with every wind of doctrine, by the sleight of men, and cunning craftiness, whereby they lie in wait to deceive; But speaking the truth in love, may grow up into him in all things, which is the head, even Christ: From whom the whole body fitly joined together and compacted by that which every joint supplieth, according to the effectual working in the measure of every part, maketh increase of the body unto the edifying of itself in love."
When I let love be the motivation behind the truth I am saying, it is a healing experience-sometimes for both of us. There will always be human error in every human gathering. My natural tendency is to isolate myself from people to minimize the room for error... and while I will never be the extrovert and will always need time for myself, I need people and God provides His grace for this. A verse that I have been clinging to that addresses this is 1 John 1:7.
"If we walk in the light as He is in the light, we have fellowship one with another and the blood of Jesus Christ cleanses every sin."
I was born with a strong desire to please people. Self-sacrifice was many times worth it if I could get affirmation. This generally meant my parent's and teachers... thankfully I was sheltered and this trait was not exploited. As I grew, this sometimes meant that in order to please someone, the story I told them would be "tailored" to them. In the beginning stages of maturity, I didn't have the discernment to know how that could easily lead to lying. Eventually, I saw what I was doing as wrong and developed a strong desire for the truth in every area of my life, even when it was painful.
First, that meant that I just didn't talk in public as much. There are too many nuances and social expectations that multiply exponentially with each added person that challenge a dedication to truth if you have not developed that trait in the public arena. It's one thing to be brutally honest with yourself, but to keep that distinction in casual conversation is often easily construed to make you appear as if you think you are better than others, or cold and unfeeling... sometimes it's just better to keep quiet when you're trying to learn to speak only in truth.
Eventually, this meant that I became a better listener. I learned to more accurately see what someone was feeling and trying to say that their words weren't conveying. I realized that people have so much built up inside of them from trying to verbally prance through the social arena where frank speaking isn't exactly encouraged, and everyone seems to just be speaking at each other with few listening, that someone who would just listen to them would eventually let them get past the fluff and tell you what they really felt. This heightened my desire to say what was true to me and to speak what I knew with conviction.
I'm still an evolving truth speaker. I constantly come away from conversations with a pricked conscience and find myself repenting, yet again, for careless words. But I'm learning, and figuring out that the next step for me is not only speaking truth, but love. Looking at others through the black and white lens of only truth is disheartening and easily becomes judgmental.
Ephesians 4:14-16
"That we henceforth be no more children, tossed to and fro, and carried about with every wind of doctrine, by the sleight of men, and cunning craftiness, whereby they lie in wait to deceive; But speaking the truth in love, may grow up into him in all things, which is the head, even Christ: From whom the whole body fitly joined together and compacted by that which every joint supplieth, according to the effectual working in the measure of every part, maketh increase of the body unto the edifying of itself in love."
When I let love be the motivation behind the truth I am saying, it is a healing experience-sometimes for both of us. There will always be human error in every human gathering. My natural tendency is to isolate myself from people to minimize the room for error... and while I will never be the extrovert and will always need time for myself, I need people and God provides His grace for this. A verse that I have been clinging to that addresses this is 1 John 1:7.
"If we walk in the light as He is in the light, we have fellowship one with another and the blood of Jesus Christ cleanses every sin."
Monday, March 12, 2012
Birth can be healing. I've read that at birth, not only is the child born, but at that moment the mother is also is born- she didn't exist before that moment in that capacity. It's true for me, but to a different layer. The first time I experienced birth, it was with major bonding issues, which produced guilt and other complications. The second experience has been completely opposite. Each step has helped me realize what should be- should have been. While I still struggle with guilt for not being as good with my first baby as I can be with the second one, I realize that I honestly did the best I could. More than that, I'm learning to forgive myself. I'm learning how love multiplies instead of divides with a second child. Oddly enough, it's like each good thing that I unlock with my second child, I also learn how to apply it to my first. The strong bond I've formed with my new baby has only shown how much stronger I can love my first- and strengthened that relationship. However, I realize how symbiotic this relationship is: without the struggle and pain of learning through much trial and error with the first, much of the sweetness I'm experiencing now with the second wouldn't be happening- both experiences are enriching the other.
The great fear I had of repeating my first experience has been replaced with more gratefulness than I can explain. I realize how blessed I am- I KNOW what could be, and isn't. It strengthens my desire to help other new mothers struggling with their firsts. If I can ever use my pain to bless someone else in helping them avoid it, it helps my struggles seem less meaningless and they become redeeming.
To all of the mothers who helped me through that time, bless you. I'll never forget it.
The great fear I had of repeating my first experience has been replaced with more gratefulness than I can explain. I realize how blessed I am- I KNOW what could be, and isn't. It strengthens my desire to help other new mothers struggling with their firsts. If I can ever use my pain to bless someone else in helping them avoid it, it helps my struggles seem less meaningless and they become redeeming.
To all of the mothers who helped me through that time, bless you. I'll never forget it.
Monday, March 05, 2012
He was a small guy, compared to the rest of us 5th graders. I remember him looking as if he would physically fit in with the 3rd or 4th grade. His skin was shiny from a day of school and waiting out in the sun for the bus. The mischievousness that kept him in trouble wasn't apparent at that moment. The curving hill that sloped down around the bus stop was teeming with different sections of elementary school kids, each in their own group. This arena-like setting amplified his seriousness. He wasn't often still, even now he was pacing around watching the other kids. Finally, standing with feet planted, facing the multitude, he took in a deep breath and yelled what was on his mind:
"THE LAST OF THE MOHICANS!"
The 5th grade teachers looked puzzled and amused. We were studying this in our literature unit, but it had never provoked this response.
"THE LAST OF THE MOHICANS!" he yelled.
"THE LAST OF THE MOHICANS!" As if it were his last chance to warn his own people.
It was the first time I saw literature deeply impact someone.
"THE LAST OF THE MOHICANS!"
The 5th grade teachers looked puzzled and amused. We were studying this in our literature unit, but it had never provoked this response.
"THE LAST OF THE MOHICANS!" he yelled.
"THE LAST OF THE MOHICANS!" As if it were his last chance to warn his own people.
It was the first time I saw literature deeply impact someone.
Friday, February 24, 2012
Regret's a funny thing. You can learn from it or let it drag you down.
Joining choir in 8th grade was a life-changing experience. I had spent the previous 2 years learning saxophone in band with a teacher who was verbally... um, strong. I don't learn best in that sort of environment, though I feel weak for admitting it.
Our choir teacher was a larger-than-life person with a way of building people up where they could do things they thought were impossible. Like singing in front of an entire class of peers alone. Or in front of a large audience. Or in front of a judge. The first time I was called in for my turn to sing in front of a judge, my face turned a funny shade of whitish gray and I felt incredibly sick... but it got better each time. Choir helped teach me to stand by myself and be an individual, while at the same time being part of a community and working together to create a desired outcome.
It helped me earn a scholarship to college. There, though, I had to, once again, audition in front of the teacher to figure out my placement in the choir and whether I would be in the special ensemble. I tried out for both, because, I was already there, why not? But insecurity leaped in. After all of the preparation through middle school and high school choir, it still got me down... and I convinced myself that was too scared to give it my best shot. My voice was shaky and when I needed to repeat back a tonal example, I gave up and said I couldn't and left.
Thankfully, I still had the scholarship and a place in the choir, just not the ensemble. That memory, though, sticks with me. I COULD have sung the tryout. I know that now. I can see now what a lie insecurity is. How ironically founded it is in pride. How failure is not a life-time sentence, just a learning experience in our journey towards God. I can see how fear of failure inhibits growth.
Where do we learn to give up? Where do we learn to judge ourselves as harshly as we imagine the world judges us? Where do we learn that it's better to think we can't do something than to try it and fail?
More importantly for me now, how do I teach my children that they CAN do things? How do I teach them that failure is healthy and sometimes even a necessary step towards success?
I don't know. But I'm not giving up on teaching them.
Joining choir in 8th grade was a life-changing experience. I had spent the previous 2 years learning saxophone in band with a teacher who was verbally... um, strong. I don't learn best in that sort of environment, though I feel weak for admitting it.
Our choir teacher was a larger-than-life person with a way of building people up where they could do things they thought were impossible. Like singing in front of an entire class of peers alone. Or in front of a large audience. Or in front of a judge. The first time I was called in for my turn to sing in front of a judge, my face turned a funny shade of whitish gray and I felt incredibly sick... but it got better each time. Choir helped teach me to stand by myself and be an individual, while at the same time being part of a community and working together to create a desired outcome.
It helped me earn a scholarship to college. There, though, I had to, once again, audition in front of the teacher to figure out my placement in the choir and whether I would be in the special ensemble. I tried out for both, because, I was already there, why not? But insecurity leaped in. After all of the preparation through middle school and high school choir, it still got me down... and I convinced myself that was too scared to give it my best shot. My voice was shaky and when I needed to repeat back a tonal example, I gave up and said I couldn't and left.
Thankfully, I still had the scholarship and a place in the choir, just not the ensemble. That memory, though, sticks with me. I COULD have sung the tryout. I know that now. I can see now what a lie insecurity is. How ironically founded it is in pride. How failure is not a life-time sentence, just a learning experience in our journey towards God. I can see how fear of failure inhibits growth.
Where do we learn to give up? Where do we learn to judge ourselves as harshly as we imagine the world judges us? Where do we learn that it's better to think we can't do something than to try it and fail?
More importantly for me now, how do I teach my children that they CAN do things? How do I teach them that failure is healthy and sometimes even a necessary step towards success?
I don't know. But I'm not giving up on teaching them.
Saturday, December 03, 2011
Wednesday, November 16, 2011
Sunday, September 25, 2011
Friday, September 09, 2011
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The only thing that would make this better is if they were giving a skirt away.
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The only thing that would make this better is if they were giving a skirt away.
Oh, wait. They are! Here... go check it out.
Giveaway ends Friday, September 16.
Sunday, June 12, 2011
The process of birth
the stages
the effects
leave marks on the body.
But I'm finding
they are imprinted
just as strongly
on my mind.
I have stretch marks
from memories...
growing pains,
mental labor.
Sometimes it is more painful,
more fearful
than the physical.
It can cycle over, and over.
There are so many emotional ties.
So many things to forgive
of myself.
So many blessings to relive.
How does one mentally
prepare for birth?
the stages
the effects
leave marks on the body.
But I'm finding
they are imprinted
just as strongly
on my mind.
I have stretch marks
from memories...
growing pains,
mental labor.
Sometimes it is more painful,
more fearful
than the physical.
It can cycle over, and over.
There are so many emotional ties.
So many things to forgive
of myself.
So many blessings to relive.
How does one mentally
prepare for birth?
Saturday, May 28, 2011
I've heard that women have the
sensitive spirit of horses:
That we do not trust easily.
That we survive under heavy saddles,
bridles, reigns;
That we thrive on freedom.
That it is better to let us approach cautiously
and learn to love you,
than to force a bond prematurely.
That we have beauty
masking strength.
sensitive spirit of horses:
That we do not trust easily.
That we survive under heavy saddles,
bridles, reigns;
That we thrive on freedom.
That it is better to let us approach cautiously
and learn to love you,
than to force a bond prematurely.
That we have beauty
masking strength.
Sunday, April 17, 2011
Why is death less terrifying
than birth?
I hate the thought of laziness.
Death is free falling, uncontrollable, gone.
Birth is wracking, pushing, consistency.
Is it psychological?
It must be.
Death is only ceasing to be,
but birth is bringing about
a whole new being.
If stated in those terms,
I will not,
can not afford to
be beaten by fear.
And I'm certainly not lazy.
than birth?
I hate the thought of laziness.
Death is free falling, uncontrollable, gone.
Birth is wracking, pushing, consistency.
Is it psychological?
It must be.
Death is only ceasing to be,
but birth is bringing about
a whole new being.
If stated in those terms,
I will not,
can not afford to
be beaten by fear.
And I'm certainly not lazy.
Tuesday, March 01, 2011
Similes that made me smile: More 5th grade poetry...
Looking at the window on a Sunday night
Stars are shining like neon lights
Then all of a sudden to my delight
My eye caught something like lightning bright
It was the fireworks from a nearby site
To please the crowd on that Sunday night.
Geo I.
Roses are red
The lions are yellow
The world is colorful
but my heart is as dark
as a closed room at night.
Omri U.
My big, purple book is as fat
as a gray elephant.
It could eat as much as a lion
if it were alive.
I can use it like a barrier
it is so big.
An elephant may come and say-
"A purple elephant!"
If he sees my big purple book.
Sabrina T.
The night is like a jewel today
but we don´t know how tomorrow will be.
Let´s hope tomorrow will be the same,
as like this night´s jewel.
Laura G.
Winter is as cold as Antarctic.
Summer is as hot as the sun.
Fall is as brown as the leaves.
Spring is as pleasant as
a garden full of flowers.
Santiago S.
Looking at the window on a Sunday night
Stars are shining like neon lights
Then all of a sudden to my delight
My eye caught something like lightning bright
It was the fireworks from a nearby site
To please the crowd on that Sunday night.
Geo I.
Roses are red
The lions are yellow
The world is colorful
but my heart is as dark
as a closed room at night.
Omri U.
My big, purple book is as fat
as a gray elephant.
It could eat as much as a lion
if it were alive.
I can use it like a barrier
it is so big.
An elephant may come and say-
"A purple elephant!"
If he sees my big purple book.
Sabrina T.
The night is like a jewel today
but we don´t know how tomorrow will be.
Let´s hope tomorrow will be the same,
as like this night´s jewel.
Laura G.
Winter is as cold as Antarctic.
Summer is as hot as the sun.
Fall is as brown as the leaves.
Spring is as pleasant as
a garden full of flowers.
Santiago S.
Tuesday, February 08, 2011
Who learns more?
The teacher or the taught.
Part of what is to be learned
is how to learn.
The process,
not the result.
If a teacher is not learning,
is not willing to be taught:
The class room becomes
a stifled mirror of that attitude.
But,
If the teacher is the most avid pupil,
learning as natural as breathing:
Then teaching is more than a subject.
It becomes a life long process:
Of soaking in information, finding meaning
and enriching life.
The teacher or the taught.
Part of what is to be learned
is how to learn.
The process,
not the result.
If a teacher is not learning,
is not willing to be taught:
The class room becomes
a stifled mirror of that attitude.
But,
If the teacher is the most avid pupil,
learning as natural as breathing:
Then teaching is more than a subject.
It becomes a life long process:
Of soaking in information, finding meaning
and enriching life.
Thursday, February 03, 2011
We were studying metaphors this week and I had the students think up 5 metaphors and write a short freestyle poem with one of them. These two I really liked, for different reasons:
The roses flew
with the wind in the field
and I was thrown to the ground.
Then a rose asked me
"What happened friend?"
And I responded
"My heart got broken
and my spirit flew up."
Omri U.
I love the expression. There are still a few things to smooth out, but for a trilingual 5th grader still figuring out some of the language kinks, I was impressed.
Friends are few.
Enemies are a lot...
but I still believe in friendship.
Some are gold,
others are trash
Don´t choose them in a rush.
Santiago S.
Sage advice from such a young guy. I hope he can believe in friendship his whole life through!
The roses flew
with the wind in the field
and I was thrown to the ground.
Then a rose asked me
"What happened friend?"
And I responded
"My heart got broken
and my spirit flew up."
Omri U.
I love the expression. There are still a few things to smooth out, but for a trilingual 5th grader still figuring out some of the language kinks, I was impressed.
Friends are few.
Enemies are a lot...
but I still believe in friendship.
Some are gold,
others are trash
Don´t choose them in a rush.
Santiago S.
Sage advice from such a young guy. I hope he can believe in friendship his whole life through!
Tuesday, February 01, 2011
Saturday, January 29, 2011
Love and duty.
Duty and love.
Sometimes they are very much the same.
Love is consistently performing your duty.
Duty is consistently displaying your love.
I love you
because I should
because I want to
because they are the same?
I serve you
because I should
because I want to
because I love.
I do my duty because I love.
This is balanced.
I love because it is my duty.
This is weighted.
If duty motivates me
I find myself empty and burned out.
If love motivates me
I find myself with joy flowing out.
Duty and love.
Love and duty.
While they may dance together,
one must overcome.
Duty and love.
Sometimes they are very much the same.
Love is consistently performing your duty.
Duty is consistently displaying your love.
I love you
because I should
because I want to
because they are the same?
I serve you
because I should
because I want to
because I love.
I do my duty because I love.
This is balanced.
I love because it is my duty.
This is weighted.
If duty motivates me
I find myself empty and burned out.
If love motivates me
I find myself with joy flowing out.
Duty and love.
Love and duty.
While they may dance together,
one must overcome.
Tuesday, November 30, 2010
I´ve been thinking a lot about faith lately, trying to break down this nebulous and stretched out word into what I think it really is; which, is a fallable process in and of itself. If I had to put it into non-church-speak language, I would call it "optimism without a necessary catalyst." Or, perhaps, "belief in the positive final results."
However one is going to have faith, it must be towards some goal or purpose. There has to be something to hope for. Living in Guatemala has emphasized differences between socially reasonable things to hope for in comparison to the United States norms that exist. People here do not have many of the things viewed as necessary to survive in the States. Stoves, washing machines, air conditioners, hot water heaters, dryers, health insurance, health itself, and a variety of foods are all considered luxuries when compared to the simple fight for survival the majority of Guatemalans are faced with. When I think of people who think they are going through a major trial when their hot water heater goes out, it makes me wonder what we use our faith for. Do we think that problems won´t come if we have faith? I have been guilty of having the frame of thought that just because I have faith I shouldn´t go through problems. I knew realistically that it was not true, but that´s what many of my assumptions were based on. This emphasis, then, was on how faith can not be based on physical comfort, but on something that will not fluctuate with situations, something concrete and eternal. Sort of the "substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen" Hebrews 11:1.
Perhaps this is a beginning step for all believers along the faith journey: maturing to the point that faith is something that exists independant from one´s circumstances. Really, when I break it all down, what I ultimately have faith for is that in the end, justice will be served. I have faith that we live in a world of consequences, though some are delayed. I have faith that one day all things will be leveled. That good and evil will both receive their just rewards. Hebrews 11:6 says "But without faith it is impossible to please him: for he that cometh to God must believe that he is, and that he is a rewarder of them that diligently seek him." And, when it comes down to it, that is what I have faith for. I know that God is. I know He will reward all things eventually.
This as a framework for my life produces different motivations than a passive approach to faith where it is used as a cushy shield around my life to ward of problems. We know problems will come. This is definite and backed up by scripture. We also know that they will shape us, and that "all things work together for good to them that love God, to them who are the called according to his purpose" Romans 8:28. Though that good might not be seen now, though injustice and unbalanced corrupt things thrive now, I have faith that justice is coming.
However one is going to have faith, it must be towards some goal or purpose. There has to be something to hope for. Living in Guatemala has emphasized differences between socially reasonable things to hope for in comparison to the United States norms that exist. People here do not have many of the things viewed as necessary to survive in the States. Stoves, washing machines, air conditioners, hot water heaters, dryers, health insurance, health itself, and a variety of foods are all considered luxuries when compared to the simple fight for survival the majority of Guatemalans are faced with. When I think of people who think they are going through a major trial when their hot water heater goes out, it makes me wonder what we use our faith for. Do we think that problems won´t come if we have faith? I have been guilty of having the frame of thought that just because I have faith I shouldn´t go through problems. I knew realistically that it was not true, but that´s what many of my assumptions were based on. This emphasis, then, was on how faith can not be based on physical comfort, but on something that will not fluctuate with situations, something concrete and eternal. Sort of the "substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen" Hebrews 11:1.
Perhaps this is a beginning step for all believers along the faith journey: maturing to the point that faith is something that exists independant from one´s circumstances. Really, when I break it all down, what I ultimately have faith for is that in the end, justice will be served. I have faith that we live in a world of consequences, though some are delayed. I have faith that one day all things will be leveled. That good and evil will both receive their just rewards. Hebrews 11:6 says "But without faith it is impossible to please him: for he that cometh to God must believe that he is, and that he is a rewarder of them that diligently seek him." And, when it comes down to it, that is what I have faith for. I know that God is. I know He will reward all things eventually.
This as a framework for my life produces different motivations than a passive approach to faith where it is used as a cushy shield around my life to ward of problems. We know problems will come. This is definite and backed up by scripture. We also know that they will shape us, and that "all things work together for good to them that love God, to them who are the called according to his purpose" Romans 8:28. Though that good might not be seen now, though injustice and unbalanced corrupt things thrive now, I have faith that justice is coming.
Tuesday, November 23, 2010
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What have you done in 2010?
2010 has been very full of progress for me. I met many goals I thought were impossible, but worth setting. I have overcome a few fears... and uncovered a lot more things that need work that I didn't know about. One of the things Talia has helped me learn is how to appreciate the small moments in life, something I'm sure most moms could say about their children. In these photos she was literally telling me to stop and smell the roses and to "take Talia's picture with the flower!"
Something I need to work on is better documenting the little moments that I am going to miss one day. For this reason I had pretty much just these two photos available to use for our end of 2010 cards.
I ended up going with this card. I like how the rose is just ALMOST in the same position on the bottom and the top... it's as if it were cut in two for the different pictures.
May the last of 2010 have challenges you can conquer and your eyes opened to what still needs to change.
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