Church Days are Great Days!

I have not been able to get to church for the last three weeks because of the sick kids mentioned in a previous post. I was finally able to go and it was great! I love those people. It was wonderful to realize that to those people i am important and so is my family. They all came up to us wanting to know how we were. My church family is the best! My youth group kids are having a hard time with Chris' death. I hope that Gad can bring about something good from this.

Goodby Chris-- I Loved You.

I just found out that one of my former students accidentally killed himself last night. He was playing the choking game and it got carried away. Chris was a special kid. He was one of those kids who are hard to like let alone love, but i did. my heart reached for him without my permission and i found myself thinking and worrying about him. Now i wonder, did i do all i could for Chris? Was i all he needed? Did i miss an opportunity to make the difference in his life? I tried, but was it good enough?

I wont know the answers to these questions until i see Jesus someday. All i can do now is try to make a difference in the lives of the young people God brings to me. This has taught me that time cant be wasted. These young people need to have people invest in there lives. They need someone to like them when they think no one else does. I cant waste a single opportunity. I will love them and ask them the questions that need to be asked.

God in heaven, please be with this young mans friends and family. Give them comfort and peace. I know that you can make all things work together for our good if we are called according to your purposes. Help us to be better people. Let this tragedy bring about some good.
In your Holy Sons precious name,
Amen.

Sick kids are trying to kill me!!

Don't you think they are cute! It is so hard to see them sick! I have just spent the last 2 weeks trying to get everyone in my house healthy. I am the only one left to clean up the puke, poop and snot. Not sure i will make it but i am sure that, "this too shall pass." At least that is what my mother told me. It sure is hard to see the crest of the mountain when you are in the deepest part of the valley.
On a brighter note, I was able to spent some quality clay time with a fabulous clay master on Friday. We played into the wee hours of the morning and had a blast. I think i have found a kindred spirit and a great friend. The "Father of Lights" is always finding ways to supply my needs, Even when i didn't know i had them.