The gentle, whispered Hmmmm that my husband makes while thinking…. those simple characteristics that remind you how you are still madly in love with that person.
In the past few weeks I have wanted to create: paint, write, design, sew, make, capture images. I have an idea for a documentary, a book, clothing, photographs, and of course, lessons. Why have I only half-created or yet to create these things? Time? Knowledge? Patience? Perseverance? Or am I simply part of, living in a generation of dreamers, believers, the next creative star? What could my one more creative idea do to change the world? Perhaps that is where the fault is- I seek to have an impact in the world by my one simple idea, instead of simply sharing what I have with the hope that at least one person will appreciate it.
This may also be true in my teaching. They say if you can effect at least one child, then that is enough. That is my problem- I want to have a positive effect somehow in all of my students’ lives. Mostly, I want them all to know that they are amazing in who they have been made to be specifically and are full of worth, especially for those who have no one to tell them this.
But I think my passion for teaching that was once a fresh, breezy, sunny, beautiful morning- is being clouded out by the rain and humidity.
All this to say- what does God have planned next? Truly these things stir in my heart for some reason, or at least I hope.
To the Avett Brothers: thank you for always soothing my son since he was 5 months. The lullaby of your songs now plays as he falls asleep for the night.