Prayer is Powerful!

What’s the 11th item on your bucket list?

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I don’t have a bucket list.  I may have made up one for a prompt, but really, I don’t have one. I have some goals, but they are personal and private, and not even my husband knows about them. So I’m obviously not going to share them with you 🙂

On to better things. We’re in the middle of our first big winter storm, and it looks as if we’re going to get at least a foot of snow, maybe more.  That means a nice quiet indoor day for me.  Terry is out on his tractor/plow, having the time of his life. Crazy man loves snow and cold.

So I’d like to tell you a story this morning.  My little grandson, six years old, has been watching his mommy pray  on a daily basis.  She is a prayer warrior, and she gets things accomplished. So he is learning to pray, too.

Terry had a kidney stone that was taking its sweet time journeying to the outside world. The pain was very bad at times. Luke was very concerned, and one night during family devotions he asked God to please take away Grandpa’s kidney. Good thing God knew what he really meant.  The next morning, Terry proudly presented me with his stone, which had passed painlessly. Nasty looking little piece of whatever kidney stones are made of. Grandpa made sure to call Luke and thank him for praying.

Luke had been given a Toy Story watch for, I think, a birthday gift.  And he lost it.  Broke his heart, and he talked about it for months.  He knew his mommy was praying that they would find it.  Mommy had given a box of clothing to a family with a boy younger than Luke, and included in the box was a jacket Luke had outgrown.  The other boy’s mom was washing the jacket, and as all good moms do, she dug into the pockets before putting the jacket in the wash. And there it was!  She called to confirm, and she brought the watch to church on Sunday and presented it to Luke.  Joy!

 

When I asked his if he’d been praying about the watch, he said, “No, but Mommy was.”

I love it that my grandkids are learning that God wants us to pray, and that He loves giving answers.

 

No Bungees for Me!

Witness Protection

When you do something scary or stressful — bungee jumping, public speaking, etc. — do you prefer to be surrounded by friends or by strangers? Why?

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You can read my first response to this prompt here.

Today, I’m taking it more literally.  You could never find enough money to get me to go bungee jumping, with or without witnesses.

However, I do a fair amount of public speaking, and I love it.  Friends, strangers–it doesn’t matter.  It’s just a whole bunch of fun, and the more the merrier as far as the size of the audience goes.

And th-th-th-that’s all, folks 🙂

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Neither, Thanks

Can’t Stand Me

What do you find more unbearable: watching a video of yourself, or listening to a recording of your voice? Why?

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A video of myself just embarrasses me.  I know I’m fat, but seeing it from outside myself is just  a total bummer. I don’t like pictures of myself, either.

A voice recording isn’t so bad.  It’s just that  my voice sounds different to me than it does to you, and I have a hard time reconciling what I hear on a tape and what I hear in my head. People have asked me to be in all different vocal groups, so I’m assuming that they don’t find my voice unpleasant.  I probably should have written that last sentence in past tense.  Women’s voices fade earlier than men’s do. Not fair, but that’s life. These days, my voice is unreliable at best, creaky and croaky at its worst.  Every now and then things clear up and I can actually sing, but even then my register is much lower than it used to be, and I’ve always been a low alto. These days, I could sing bass. 

Surely there are more interesting things to discuss.

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Nothing has Changed

Reason to Believe

In Reason to Believe, Bruce Springsteen sings, “At the end of every hard-earned day / people find some reason to believe.” What’s your reason to believe?

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I went back to my post from May 5, 2014 on this prompt.  Nothing has changed, except that Terry and I are now going on 47 years. Other than that, there is nothing I would change.

https://lindaswritingblog.wordpress.com/2014/05/01/daily-prompt-reason-to-believe/

 

 

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Learning Problems

Learning Style

What’s your learning style? Do you prefer learning in a group and in an interactive setting? Or one-on-one? Do you retain information best through lectures, or visuals, or simply by reading books?

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Mia Stroud set her jaw, straightened her shoulders, and strode into her principal’s office. There was the fire of determination in her step, and in her eye.  Mr. Avery was startled as he glanced up from the work on his desk.

“Miss Stroud!  I didn’t know you were coming in.  Is there something I can help you with?”

“Oh yes, yes indeed!  I need to talk to you about three of my students. Everyone else seems to have consigned them to the Dumb Pile, and I resent that so much!  They’re NOT dumb! They simply have different learning disabilities, and need some help to get them through what is normal for most kids.”

“Ah.  You’re talking aboutRandy, Pam, and Charlie.  You know, Miss Stroud, many other teachers have tried to bring them up to the mark, but they just won’t work.  I don’t think they’re dumb, either.  I do think they’re lazy, though, and stubborn. They simply won’t be helped.”

Mia paused to control her temper.  Taking a deep breath, she said, Mr. Avery, with all due respect, I disagree.  I think they have some learning disabilities.  I’ve recommended to their parents that they be tested by the district school psychologist, and those appointments have been made.”

Mr. Avery was silent, clearly displeased.  “Don’t you think you should have gone through this office, Mia?  At the very least, you should have told me before you set up the testing.”

“Mr. Avery, you would have told the parents it was a waste of time. I need to help these kids. You would have stood in the way because you don’t really believe in learning disabilities.”

Mr. Avery looked down, seemed to be thinking. Finally he looked back at Mia, nodding his head. “You’re right, I don’t.  I believe it’s a matter of character, not some supposed lack of connectivity in the brain.  You have to look at my nearly 40 years of experience, Mia. You’ve been teaching for five years. Don’t you think you’re being a little presumptuous?”

“No, Sir.  I think you’re refusing to listen to and learn from the research out there, to bring yourself up to date on this issue. I’m sorry.  I don’t mean to be disrespectful.  I’m just not willing for these kids to fall through the cracks like so many others have.”

“Well, Mia, I have to commend you for your plain speaking.  All right.  Let me know how the testing comes out, and what you plan to do to help your students.  I’m not really a dinosaur, you know. I’ve just never seen any convincing evidence that this whole learning disability thing really exists.”

Two weeks later, Mia was back in Mr. Avery’s office.  The testing had shown several areas of difficulty:  Dyslexia, dysgraphia, executive function disorders, auditory problems, and dyscalcula. Armed with specific treatment plans for each student, MIa won Mr. Avery’s support.

Her students were the clear winners, though. With some special arrangements for meeting their specific needs, they began to bring their grades up and to feel so much better about themselves.  It was a winning situation for everyone.

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B+

Write about what you did last weekend as though you’re a music critic reviewing a new album.

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An interesting combination of high notes, low notes, sour notes, sweet notes.  Life.

Friday, I went to our church’s home school co-op to begin teaching an eight-week session on writing a research paper.  It was wonderful to be back in the classroom after nearly 20 years.  I’d say that was an A+ for me, although I imagine some of my students weren’t so dazzled.

Saturday was a D-.  Terry spent the day working on my car, in the rain, and by the time he was finished he was worn out. He didn’t feel up to going out as had been planned. He went to bed.  With several hours of unexpected alone time, which I usually love, I was really bummed about missing the party and I ended up hitting the ice cream. Not a good day.

Sunday helped restore my balance, though.  It always does.  Being in church, hearing good Bible teaching and preaching, seeing the grands and enjoying friends ?  Give it another A+, and that pretty much eliminates the D-.

This too shall pass.

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