Defined by Divorce: Five Minute Friday

Linking up with #fiveminutefriday today on the word 'define'. No editing. No elaborating. Just five minutes of writing. GO! I recently read an article in Relevant Magazine titled, "21 Things That Don't Define You". The premise of the article is that only one thing CAN define you and it's your identity in Christ. While I wholeheartedly agree, the reality is that these 21 things DO define us. The list includes: gender, marital status, race, your occupation, age, and physical appearance. These big deal things not only define us in the eyes of the world, but I would argue, in the eyes of our Savior as well. Psalm 139:13-16- For you formed my inward parts; you knitted me together in my mother's w

A Time to Grow Up: Part 1

Growing up, I wanted to be just like Debbie Gibson. The popular 80s singer was the coolest person EVER. Her jean jacket. Her blonde, teased, big hair. Her gigantic hoop earrings and amazingly catchy songs drew me in. (Check her out here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IivGqwQvdCI) I never wanted to be a singer, just beautiful, happy, and fun like Debbie. I knew every word to every song. I emulated Debbie by fluffing up my hair and wearing stone washed jeans. Growing up is tough. Figuring out who you are, wandering from life stage to life stage, wondering if you're even in the right place making the right decisions? Sometimes we even resist growing more mature in an effort to do things our o

Five Minute Friday: Friend

**This post was constructed in five minutes without any* editing! Linking up today with #fiveminutefriday My divorce was on a Tuesday. I had to take one of my three personal days for the entire year and write high quality sub plans for my students to engage in during my absence. On the day after my divorce I woke up, skipped the shower, got dressed, drove to school, and tried to walk through my day like it was any other. Life goes on. The world doesn't stop moving in the midst of your trauma. As much as I wanted to turn on Netflix (which I didn't know how to do without my husband), zone out, and never leave the house again, I had to continue participating in an unrecognizable world that had

The Important Book: 5 Minute Friday

Every year as a second grade teacher I read The Important Book by Margaret Wise Brown to my students. They were preparing to write an "important" piece for Grandparents Day. Adorably, many grandparents were appreciated for their fluffy hair or grandma smell. Students wrote about how they enjoyed reading or playing or just cuddling with their grandparents. The book begins by stating the importance of a spoon: The important thing about a spoon is that you eat with it. It's like a little shovel, You hold it in your hand, You can put it in your mouth, It isn't flat, it's hollow, And it spoons things up. But the important thing about a spoon is that you eat with it. Margaret describes the importa