Monthly Archives: August 2018

BOOM

So let’s re-cap what happened in the last 24 hour period before I fall asleep.

BOOM!

A car was hit by a big, ol’ truck (whose brakes failed) which forced the truck to burst through a wall of a new school. august 13 2018k

Emergency workers gathered.

Traffic backed up.

Neighbors – teachers – preachers – ordinary people – all gathered in small groups in the parking lot to watch, to talk and to pray.

Officials also gathered, and bright yellow signs of 
“condemnation” were hung.

“If my people, who are called by my name, shall humble themselves, and pray, and seek my face, and turn from their wicked ways; then will I hear from heaven, and will forgive their sin, and will heal their land.”~2 Chron 4:14

Engineers. Construction workers. Landscapers appeared on the scene.

august 14 2018 jPlans sketched and approved.

A car driver – still a little broken – was discharged from the hospital to heal at home.

Late into the night the people were still there.

Clearing. Building. Salvaging. Praying. Yawning.

While the uninjured-but-shaken truck driver sat in a school plastic chair under a tree on the lawn, keeping watch over his truck, people sought him out. They brought with them what comfort they had to offer. august 14 2018 e
Food. 
Small talk. 
Prayer. 
GRACE. 
Last night, the truck driver accepted Christ into his heart and the Shepherd found one of His own in the dark of an overcast sky.

By the time the sun’s rays pierced the final vestiges of the twilight, all the “condemnation” signs were gone except for one tiny wing that would take just a little longer to mend before it could fly again.

And BOOM!!!

Just like the initial one that started last night’s wave of destruction another BOOM rocked this building. That is the way miracles sometimes work on this barren plot of ground that we call life. A Father’s finger pokes into the dark dirt of our lives to allow His GRACE to grow something new. Sometimes that poke becomes a stick of dynamite – AND BOOM!

Then the Son plants a seed – perhaps the size of a mustard seed – in the heart of a pastor – who in turn plants it in the hearts of his elders – who in turn plant it in the hearts of some educators – who in turn plant it – tonight – in the hearts of families and students who attended the first GCA Open House.

And tomorrow?

GRACE Christian Academy will open its doors – on time – for the first day of school. Papa God is like that. He is faithful in all His promises for those who work together, humble themselves and pray. Praying through the darkness. “Be-attitudes” in action – on earth as it is in Heaven while the Shepherd smiles and the Holy Spirit breathes in our ears.

“The Word became flesh and made his dwelling among us. We have seen his glory, the glory of the one and only Son, who came from the Father, full of grace and truth.”~Jn 1:14

Great is His Faithfulness! [personal images]GCA_HD_Logo-01

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Ya just never know how a day is going to turn out. We have our plans. We have our visions. But – – – sometimes – – – the day completely derails, and you just have to scratch your head, put what you are holding in your hands away, and just pray.

It was a sleepless night. The night before Open House or the first day of school has always been like that for me. I get way too excited. Last night was exceptionally so. Not only couldn’t sleep, but I had this pounding head. If I slept an hour, I would be surprised. I used all my tricks, prayed, put on harp music of hymns, prayed some more, talked to the dogs, and started the complaining prayers because nothing was working, and I really hate sinus-pounding-headaches. Errrrr….

When just like that, an answer to one of my prayers popped. Headache still there, but I could see what I needed to do to decorate the library and get the parents and students involved for 4 rounds of my 10 minutes of presentation. The rest of the night was filled with exactly how I was going to do it and organizing the supplies needed. Finally – I think – I fell asleep with a thankful prayer singing in my heart. However, by 5:30, the dogs and I were on our walk, excited to get the day started.

“And He who searches our hearts knows the mind of the Spirit, because the Spirit intercedes for the saints according to the will of God. And we know that God works all things together for the good of those who love Him, who are called according to His purpose.”~Rm 8:28

Our school is fantastic. They served the staff a home-cooked breakfast, taught us how to use the newest smart board/interaction system (which – btw – is amazing), got a new GCA cup and wristband, and then we began working in our classrooms. Typical beginning to a new year.

It has been 5 years since I have been through this, and I am beyond blessed to be a part of the founding of a new Christian school. Tonight showed just how blessed this endeavor is. Shortly after most of the teachers had left to change clothes for open house, a truck rammed through a brick wall and into the 1st grade classroom. An hour earlier – just minutes earlier – teachers stood in front of that brick wall decorating it. An hour later students, teachers and parents would have filled this area of the building.august 13 2018e

At this point there are many versions of what happened. Truck driver is okay. One car driver needs prayers and is in the hospital. Our staff and church staff are all okay. The building – not so much.

“For now we see through a glass, darkly; but then face to face: now I know in part; but then shall I know even as also I am known.”~1 Cor 13:12

The glass is pretty dark tonight. As I write, I have no idea when our school will open or what parts will be condemned for structural damage – after all – the cab of a logging truck sits in the middle of our 1st grade classroom. I have to admit – I am a little heart-broken not to be teaching again this week.

I do know the Hand of the Father was on our staff today. It was on me, because I always drive through that intersection on my way into school. When I arrived shortly after it happened, the staff was already gathered together, prayers circulated, hugs shared and talk about other place on campus that could be utilized. It won’t be easy, but then – Our Father never promised it would be. He did promise that it would be worth it.

The good news? I get some more time with the Grands this summer. I came home to the neighbors having gathered together to cut up our fallen tree. And puppies did their happy dance because I finally came home to throw a couple of sticks that still litter the ground.

Ya just never know.

This week our preacher finished his sermon by singing, “Great is thy Faithfulness” in his own unique style. It brought me to tears on Sunday. I thought about that song as I drove home tonight, with tears in my eyes again, and the words echoing in my head:

“Great is Thy faithfulness,” O God my Father,
There is no shadow of turning with Thee;
Thou changest not, Thy compassions, they fail not
As Thou hast been Thou forever wilt be.
“Great is Thy faithfulness!” “Great is Thy faithfulness!”
Morning by morning new mercies I see;
All I have needed Thy hand hath provided—
“Great is Thy faithfulness,” Lord, unto me!” 

GOODNIGHT, GOODNIGHT

Yesterday, a woman came with a bag bursting at the seams with children’s books. Heraugust 10 2018 a humble heart spoke over her words as she showed me the treasures buried within that bag. They were her books. Books of her childhood. Books of my childhood. Early Primers. 
Yogi Bear, Bugs Bunny, Huckle Berry Hound Books. 
Golden books. 
Tell-a-Tale Books.
Tears shined in her eyes as she turned to leave and truth be told, shone in mine as well.

 

Strange the things you remember from 60 years ago. Stories read to you and read by you. The image on the front of a book, and the back of a book that caught my breath in familiarity. Did I read those lists books over and over – dreaming about reading them? Or was it the cutesy, baby animals that cavorted around those titles? Then again, I remember the back of the Golden Books just as well. A few years later, Golden Books would also add little pictures surrounding titles.

Best of all, it was the memory attached to these books that slowed my day down. Curled into my mother or father’s side at bedtime. Yawning and struggling to keep my eyes open after prayers just to hear one more story before they tucked the covers tight around me, turned off the light and left me gazing at the stars.

For years and years and years, long after the parents had stopped reading to me, I would gaze up at those glow-in-the-dark stars my Father had put on the ceiling, and tell myself a continuation of all those stories or stories-yet-to-be as I fell asleep. Sometimes with music in my head and sometimes with music from downstairs, I would drift off to sleep “…with a peace of GOD that passeth all understanding.”~Phil 4:7

I realize now how blessed I was that My Father chose this path for me. Easier than some – harder than others – but on a path designed just for me. So tonight as I re-read this small, familiar book of prayers, yawning and fighting to keep my eyes open long enough to read one more prayer, I wish I still had my initials written on my ceiling and could hear the music from downstairs once again because “….surely goodness and mercy [has] follow[ed] me all the days of my life and I [have] dwell[ed] in the house of the LORD forever.”~Ps 23:6

“Good night! Good night! Far flies the light;
But still God’s love shall flame above,
Making all bright. Good night! Good night!”august 10 2018 f