tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35050666198352803702024-03-13T11:24:49.327-04:00when no-one's watchinga glance into the life of a young woman trying to discover the person that God has created her to be...even when no-one's watching.Melissa:http://www.blogger.com/profile/14511891706154870807noreply@blogger.comBlogger89125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3505066619835280370.post-31635088418267800712010-05-27T18:52:00.002-04:002010-05-27T19:00:39.008-04:00Silly Bandz!I ran across an article before checking my yahoo mail today and chuckled: "Silly Bandz Bracelet Craze." Although it may, itself, sound <span style="font-style: italic;">silly</span>, I 100% empathize with the teachers in this article. I've noticed these silly bands becoming more and more popular, especially among the children and students at my church. A few weeks ago, I decided that I'd be the "next coolest teacher" in my school and buy them for my students as potential "prize giveaways." After realizing that 9 and 10 year olds can't quite handle the "class" of these neon colored-animal and beyond-shaped bands, I too "band" them from my classroom on the <span style="font-style: italic;">exact day </span>that I was so confident I'd be starting a revolution. Needless to say, the students' craze for these haven't died, in fact, it's outrageous! (Perhaps that revolutions has infact begun?) I don't know how many more times I can handle hearing, "Can I trade your penguin for a seahorse?"<br /><div class="hd"> <h1 id="yn-title">Silly Bandz Bracelet Craze: School Ban Over Distraction</h1> <!-- end: .tools --> </div><!-- end: .hd --> <div id="yn-story-related-media"> <div class="primary-media"> <div id="yn-story-main-media" class="ult-section yn-style1"> <div class=""> <a href="http://news.yahoo.com/nphotos/Isabella-Marino-7-shows-off-silly-bandz-store-Hollywood-Fla/photo//100521/480/urn_publicid_ap_org3346895880464f1686f5d488b815bfa5//s:/time/20100527/us_time/08599199179700" class="media"> <img src="http://d.yimg.com/a/p/ap/20100521/capt.3346895880464f1686f5d488b815bfa5-3346895880464f1686f5d488b815bfa5-0.jpg?x=213&y=149&xc=1&yc=1&wc=409&hc=286&q=85&sig=wOM5CCZRRCyJd5pGfk.Vyw--" alt="Fashion Bonkers For Bandz" width="213" height="149" /> </a> <cite class="caption"> AP – Isabella Marino, 7, shows off her silly bandz in a store in Hollywood, Fla., Wednesday, May 12, 2010. … </cite> </div> </div><!-- end #main-media --> </div><!-- end .primary-media --> </div><!-- end .related-media --> <div class="byline"> <cite class="vcard"> By BONNIE ROCHMAN <span class="fn org">Bonnie Rochman</span> </cite> – <abbr title="2010-05-27T11:10:00-0700" class="timedate">Thu May 27, 2:10 pm ET</abbr></div><!-- end .byline --> <p>The Bandz are now contraband. Schools in several states, including New York, Texas, Florida and <span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1275000264_0">Massachusetts</span>, have blacklisted Silly Bandz, those stretchy, colorful bracelets that are creeping up the forearms of school kids across the U.S. And starting this week, all 800-some kids at my son's elementary school in Raleigh, N.C., were commanded to leave at home their collections of rubber band–like bracelets, which retail for about $5 per pack of 24. What could possibly be so insidious about a cheap silicone bracelet?</p> <p>"It's a distraction," says Jill Wolborsky, a fourth-grade teacher at my son's school, who banned them from her classroom before the principal implemented a schoolwide ban. One student stole some confiscated Bandz from her desk, choosing them over the cash in her drawer. <span class="see"><a href="http://us.rd.yahoo.com/dailynews/time/us_time/storytext/08599199179700/36308350/SIG=11v8j95lg/*http://www.time.com/time/photogallery/0,29307,1698621,00.html" target="_blank">(See pictures of teens in America.)</a></span></p> <p>Students fiddle with them during class and arrange swaps - trading, say, a bracelet with a <span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1275000264_1">mermaid</span> for one with a dragon - when they should be concentrating on schoolwork, teachers say. Sometimes a trade goes bad - kids get buyer's remorse too - and hard feelings, maybe even scuffles, ensue.</p> <p>[Related: <a href="http://us.rd.yahoo.com/dailynews/time/us_time/storytext/08599199179700/36308350/SIG=10nfqqn28/*http://yhoo.it/aNdeDv">Preschools in forests? Believe it or not, it's a new U.S. fad</a>]</p> <p>That's what prompted Karen White, principal of Snow Rogers Elementary School in Gardendale, Ala., in October to become one of the first administrators to forbid students their Bandz. "We try not to limit their freedom of expression and what they wear, but when this became a problem, I knew we had to nip it in the bud pretty quickly," says White, who has since extended an olive branch in the form of monthly Silly Bandz days. <span class="see"><a href="http://us.rd.yahoo.com/dailynews/time/us_time/storytext/08599199179700/36308350/SIG=11vg8ekf7/*http://www.time.com/time/photogallery/0,29307,1887815,00.html" target="_blank"><span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1275000264_2">(See pictures of a public boarding school in Washington, D.C.)</span></a></span></p> <p>Silly Bandz are the latest in a long list of kid-centric fads - in the tradition of <span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1275000264_3">Cabbage Patch Kids</span>, Beanie Babies, PokÉmon cards and <span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1275000264_4">Crocs</span>. BCP Imports LLC, the small business in <span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1275000264_5">Toledo, Ohio</span>, that's behind the bracelets, was not prepared for the frenzy. It's increased its workforce from 20 employees to 200 in the past year and just this week added 22 phone lines to keep up with inquiries. The company sells millions of packs a month, and Robert Croak, the president, can still hardly believe it. (He took my call after hanging up with Macy's, which is interested in creating a Silly Bandz float for its storied <span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1275000264_6">Thanksgiving Day parade</span>.) <span class="see"><a href="http://us.rd.yahoo.com/dailynews/time/us_time/storytext/08599199179700/36308350/SIG=120f1k7np/*http://www.time.com/time/nation/article/0,8599,1991797,00.html#Comments" target="_blank"><span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1275000264_7">(Comment on this story.)</span></a></span></p> <p>Croak got inspired about three years ago at a product show in <span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1275000264_8">China</span>, where a Japanese artist had devised a rubber band cute enough to escape the trash bin. Though Silly Bandz have been out for two years, they began catching on a year ago - <span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1275000264_9">Alabama</span> was an early adopter, as were <span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1275000264_10">New Jersey</span> and Tennessee. They're just now gaining traction in <span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1275000264_11">California</span> and <span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1275000264_12">Texas</span>. <span class="see"><a href="http://us.rd.yahoo.com/dailynews/time/us_time/storytext/08599199179700/36308350/SIG=12svpl9vs/*http://www.time.com/time/specials/packages/article/0,28804,1892751_1892683_1892701,00.html" target="_blank"><span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1275000264_13">(See where jewelry is fitting into green designs for 2010.)</span></a></span></p> <p>"They're getting banned because kids play with them so much," says Croak, who maintains they're the right product at the right time, a cost-conscious trinket in <span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1275000264_14">tough economic times</span> that can even be a learning tool for little ones, kind of like flexible flash cards.</p> <p>His company receives about 500 fan letters a week. One, signed by a 10-year-old named Logan Librett and a few of his friends in <span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1275000264_15">New Rochelle</span>, N.Y., suggested a way to circumvent all the bothersome Silly Bandz restrictions: "Some schools in New York have banned them, but we have ideas that might change that ... clear silly bands that teachers can't see and only glow in the dark."</p> <p>Just in case the company bites, Librett offered his address. He's still waiting.</p>Melissa:http://www.blogger.com/profile/14511891706154870807noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3505066619835280370.post-32533248060117815162010-04-20T21:21:00.003-04:002010-04-20T21:47:20.618-04:00Spring Fever<a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOL35WFQB_XWvay0coIqBczKOZD-PolTT5IufHdGzSksN5V5crw5VL-zqJDRHAipqWszialz4YT9Fktgw2tOjPLz7xxaieTuQVaFfvR2MpQU0pvBts_5PWpir7SGRvELzvWX4rlVJOY8uy/s1600/pulling-hair-out.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 247px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOL35WFQB_XWvay0coIqBczKOZD-PolTT5IufHdGzSksN5V5crw5VL-zqJDRHAipqWszialz4YT9Fktgw2tOjPLz7xxaieTuQVaFfvR2MpQU0pvBts_5PWpir7SGRvELzvWX4rlVJOY8uy/s320/pulling-hair-out.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462400923591723714" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">April: "the month of testing," as described by our administration.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Halfway through the month (with only a few more days of Science PSSAs to continue), I notice a DRASTIC change in my students' behavior. Spring Fever is here-even at the age of 10-I can see the hormones blossoming. The girls won't stop giggling over the boys, and the boys just love to "tease" the girls. I feel like it's already June with the way they're acting!It's difficult to get through the day without me mentioning my frustration with their chattiness, disrespect, and overall poor behavior. I've heard of teachers talking about "full moons" when children get crazy, and now, I finally understand the idiom!</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">I've tried a couple of strategies with the students, including reminding them in the beginning, middle, and at the end of the day, having class talks, behavior incentives, etc. I'm afraid that I'm going to run out of ideas before change can really happen. This is not behavior that I will tolerate with two months of school still left. I'm already so tired of the constant reminders and reprimanding; this is definitely my least favorite part of the role!</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Any suggestions on how to help a first year teacher control the "Spring Fever" behavior?</span>Melissa:http://www.blogger.com/profile/14511891706154870807noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3505066619835280370.post-53300382249513223102010-04-15T21:27:00.006-04:002010-04-15T22:10:27.208-04:00Can You Come Down From the Mountain?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheaCaTvkS8LTwNk7qWJVRPY7f9hixmAgjSc4EhX1FM6TxkxwIyNiaEuSn5ynRTxP_cbxNeCHSF_GBoykyUbfdcecXae5uYjJ7SZY_cuf8sCwC8RErosfbaMHXcFNPTQy8YLARPx5P3Wmy1/s1600/mountain-top.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 316px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheaCaTvkS8LTwNk7qWJVRPY7f9hixmAgjSc4EhX1FM6TxkxwIyNiaEuSn5ynRTxP_cbxNeCHSF_GBoykyUbfdcecXae5uYjJ7SZY_cuf8sCwC8RErosfbaMHXcFNPTQy8YLARPx5P3Wmy1/s320/mountain-top.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460551615737921938" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">A close friend of mine recently told me, "I live a life filled of regret and guilt."</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">How sad. How sad, and yet...how easy. Why is it so easy to fall into a habit of feeling regretful or guilty, especially of those things beyond our own control?</span><br /><br /> <span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">It's been quite a while since I've blogged. Since January, almost four months have passed, and I've missed opportunities to share dozens of teaching stories; those that are encouraging, frustrating, and simply comical. I regret that. Four months have passed and I've missed opportunities to share encourage readers with stories of ministry and better understanding God's word. Why? Laziness. I feel guilty for that.</span> <span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><br /><br />How sad it is to live a life of regret and guilt.</span> <span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><br /><br />I don't want to live that life.</span><br /><br /> <span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">For Christmas I gave my dad a devotional that I read in my first year of proclaiming my faith; "My Upmost for His Highest" by John Updike. The devotional is phenomenal, and I knew it was a perfect gift for my father, one who always craves deep and purposeful reflection on scripture. His conversations about the readings have prompted me to re-read the devotional for myself.<br /><br />Funny how a devotional always seems to be talking to you in the right moment.</span> <span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><br /><br />Today's read: "Can You Come Down From the Mountain?"</span> <span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">The devotional spoke towards the "mountain top" experience and how so often, many of us tend to feel "no good for the everyday world when we are not on the mountaintop." As it speaks to how we must strive to "bring everyday life up to the standard on the mountaintop," it quotes: "Pick yourself up by the back of the neck and shake off your fleshly laziness. Laziness can always be seen in our cravings for a mountaintop experience: all we talk about is our planning for our time on the mountain. We must learn to live in the ordinary 'gray' day according to what we saw on the mountain."</span> <span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><br /><br />It's time to shake off that laziness. Yes, I must shake off the laziness that prevents me from blogging. But even further, I must shake off my fleshly laziness that prevents me from experiencing a mountaintop moment on a "gray day." If I claim to follow Jesus, I must learn to take Jesus' yoke, and not my own. I must learn to trust Him.</span> <span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><br /><br />Yesterday while driving to work, it was so foggy, I could barely make out a few hundred feet in front of me. Gray surrounded me. It's easy to be distracted by gray. So many missed events, opportunities, or conversations can evoke regret and guilt. I pray that with the power of God's Holy Spirit that He can drive me to search for the stream of sunshine through the gray; opening up a ray of opportunity to share and experience in His joy and love...even when not necessarily on the mountaintop.</span>Melissa:http://www.blogger.com/profile/14511891706154870807noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3505066619835280370.post-14404441143367187522010-01-07T22:34:00.007-05:002010-01-07T23:20:50.497-05:00Resolutions and Reflections<a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRjyfvAZguvEQL2JZM_oPZVy7N36_JxS4abNomSyxnVV-Hmkyer2JkHYqBq1s41fq5yi2_A8GUWeanIFeiHDadtjOW-sXyE6kAGrQg_D7NevG7UWu84u-vF7_GoI7g0Tz7_9sNbg6f9_e6/s1600-h/2010newyear_colour.preview.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRjyfvAZguvEQL2JZM_oPZVy7N36_JxS4abNomSyxnVV-Hmkyer2JkHYqBq1s41fq5yi2_A8GUWeanIFeiHDadtjOW-sXyE6kAGrQg_D7NevG7UWu84u-vF7_GoI7g0Tz7_9sNbg6f9_e6/s320/2010newyear_colour.preview.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424217991631178610" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Ah, 2010! A fresh new year, decade, heck- even a census, and once again, an opportunity to set fresh resolutions, accomplish new goals, and look forward a year's worth of adventures!</span><p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Although exciting, it's easy to become quickly overwhelmed with "all there is to do" after relaxing for a bit during the Christmas Vacation. (That's even more true for us teachers who are fortunate enough to celebrate with 12 days off from Christmas Eve to after New Years!) Already I have vowed to (once again, for the third year in a row) try and read the whole Bible in a year. (So far, so good!) I've set fitness goals (The wedding's in less than 6 months), professional goals (that's easy as a 1st year), and emotional goals (practice a Sabbath, relax, stress causes wrinkles!).<br /></p><p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">The New Year also presents a wonderful opportunity for each of us to reflect. We can reflect on our past year; achievements we've accomplished, adventures we'd love to relive, and people who've impacted our hearts. I've had a wonderful 2009. Adam proposed on February 15<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">th</span>. On May 24<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">th</span>, I graduated from <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Albright</span>. In June, I ventured to the West with my fiance for the first time. In August, I was asked to return to Reading, Pennsylvania as a 4<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">th</span> grade teacher. I've gotten to spend hours rebuilding relationships with my close friends and family. I am so, so grateful.</p><p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Many of you know that it's not easy for me to sit and reflect. As a teacher who thrives on multitasking and practicing <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">efficiency</span> for every hour on and off the clock, my profession doesn't help this flaw! Yet, in those few moments when I can embrace silence, moments in the car, right before bed, I can never help but smile at just how fortunate I am. It was just a few days ago, while riding in the car, when I thought-for about the dozenth time, "I absolutely adore my job (more so, the students I get to teach) and I couldn't imagine-nor would I want to imagine-myself anywhere else for this year."<br /></p><p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><strong><a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Psalm+37:4&version=NIV">Psalm 37:4</a></strong><br />Delight <b>your</b>self in the LORD and he will give you the <b>desires</b> of <b>your</b> <b>heart</b>.</p><p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">And so I realize, I am who I am, I love what I do, because I've been created by a God who loves me a thousand-times more than any reflection of 2009 or excitement for 2010 can bring. Wow. What a God.<br /></p><p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">It's funny, too. For the most part, I didn't even <span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;">know </span></span>what those desires were when making my 2009 resolutions and goals a year ago. Nor, while bumping through the "ups" and "downs" of my 2009 roller-coaster ride, did I realize that later, I'd gratefully reflect on the ride.</p><p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"> I have a funny feeling that I'm in for a similar surprise in 2010</p><p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">I can't wait for the journey.<br /></p>Melissa:http://www.blogger.com/profile/14511891706154870807noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3505066619835280370.post-19844446894636371032009-11-17T20:34:00.003-05:002009-11-17T20:51:15.074-05:00Melissa's Urgent Wedding<span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">One of the greatest rewards of being a teacher is that you'll never know what sorts of surprises your students will "walk in" with each morning! Although only November, my students have flabbergasted me by giving me Eagles blankets, stuffed animals, crackers, apples, jackets, pencils, highlighters, bracelets, etc., etc., etc. (And no, I did not keep all of these things...the jacket was too small!)<br /><br />It's so interesting how willing these children are to show their love by acts of service, or giving, to me! I always find myself reflecting upon it, and thanking God for reminding me of childlike faith and childlike (genuine) love through them. Humorously though, I even find myself arguing with them sometimes, such as in today's morning conversation:</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Teacher: "No, no, YOU keep your sweater, it's yours!"</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Student: "...but I want you to have it."</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Teacher: "No, really, I appreciate your gift and your kind heart, but that's for you!"</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Student: "...but I have more like it at home."</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">I wouldn't be a teacher, however, if I didn't admit that some of my favorite gifts are those that are academically related to the content that we're studying in school. One of my students in particular often uses her vocabulary words to write very clever stories. I couldn't resist the opportunity to share this one. (The bold words are the vocabulary words that she included.) Enjoy!</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Melissa's Urgent Wedding</span><br /></div><a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgQav-JI0EvMZH-l26Gso3jplW6aDFiviH8efJ272cEMOcVtbiwUtb2axNuWMT5dTaLRAdd7EpXAW4gyXQ7xDYnMGTM8gk0KIIj6h2-TTNIAa_6EZfdQfazWsuXLK9LCMxkQyz-p_mJjj-/s1600/Bride_Groom-thumb.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 232px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgQav-JI0EvMZH-l26Gso3jplW6aDFiviH8efJ272cEMOcVtbiwUtb2axNuWMT5dTaLRAdd7EpXAW4gyXQ7xDYnMGTM8gk0KIIj6h2-TTNIAa_6EZfdQfazWsuXLK9LCMxkQyz-p_mJjj-/s320/Bride_Groom-thumb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405254321930380450" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">One day Melissa was </span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="font-weight: bold;">rehearsing</span></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"> her play of Romeo and Juliet. Her brother was knocking on the door. He said the neighbor's house was </span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">burning </span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">down! She grabbed her </span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">purse</span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"> and ran. While she was there she saw a boy. She noticed that he was in her science class. The next day she had to partner up with him. While they were </span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">researching, </span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">he asked her out. She said yes. On their date he gave her a </span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">pearl</span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"> necklace. On their 4th date, he </span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">proposed</span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"> to her. On their wedding day she got married in a </span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">lavender </span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">dress. Her hair was </span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">curly</span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">. When they were getting married she </span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">hurried </span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">and said yes. On their honeymoon there was new </span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">furniture</span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"> and a baby </span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">turtle</span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">. On the walls there was a painted </span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">mural</span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">. They were happy about what got them together.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span><br /></span>Melissa:http://www.blogger.com/profile/14511891706154870807noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3505066619835280370.post-55255587295596679092009-11-10T20:32:00.006-05:002009-11-15T18:09:38.081-05:00Tu Comprendes?<span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">I remember 4</span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">th</span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"> grade.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">I remember obsessing over perfect grades; wanting no less than a 100% on everything.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">I remember creating a state report on Michigan that lasted over an hour and spanned across two days.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">I even remember the name of the cute boy in class that </span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">every </span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">girl crushed on.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">I never remembered the challenge of having to learn a second language; how to speak it, how to spell it, and oh yea, how to understand "algebraic expression" when I'm insecure about how I pronounce "multiplication."</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">I grew up in a school district in Pennsylvania comprised of predominantly Caucasian students, myself being one of them. Fitting in was no problem. For the most part, we all looked alike. All of our parents made "a decent salary." We all received the hottest Christmas toys and wore the latest trends in clothing. Most of us had been living in the same neighborhoods-heck, the same houses, that we'd lived in since birth. Many of us went to </span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">CCD</span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"> together at the local parishes. Language was never a challenge-we were raised speaking English, we were taught speaking English, and so we thought...in English.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Now a 4</span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">th</span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"> grade teacher myself, I teach in a school district that is predominately populated with Hispanic children. In fact, my district is 76% Hispanic, the largest in the state of Pennsylvania. Here, all children are different. Parents make all sorts of salary ranging from "decent" to "none." Children have similar clothes, but that is because they are mandated a uniform. Students, on average, attend 3-4 different elementary schools between the 1st and 5</span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">th</span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"> grade. Students don't only speak, think, and write in English.<br /><br /></span><a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjD4hL9rxy5EAZ-c8IaHpe4BwbkmKMWDHO7LG1I57srhYkBYuV-eGv6qkpq-N-H8emAqXhtoOJyWvKu3lFcLSjn376Yfqilr5sOF_d33ZajlUvCiwtaeaa043BIf9kGpNv5Z-dGI5roCxMv/s1600-h/qq1sgBilingual+Kids.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 190px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjD4hL9rxy5EAZ-c8IaHpe4BwbkmKMWDHO7LG1I57srhYkBYuV-eGv6qkpq-N-H8emAqXhtoOJyWvKu3lFcLSjn376Yfqilr5sOF_d33ZajlUvCiwtaeaa043BIf9kGpNv5Z-dGI5roCxMv/s320/qq1sgBilingual+Kids.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404469832477588386" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Many are classified as "</span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">ELA</span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">:" English-learner acquisition students. These students often arrive in the United States from another country (such as Mexico, </span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Puerto</span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"> Rico, or the Dominican Republic) and face the challenge of enrolling in the grade level equivalent with their age (a 9 year old in 4</span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">th</span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"> grade) with a less than age equivalent English vocabulary.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">I never realized the difficulty of learning 4</span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">th</span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"> grade concepts in English with a brain that was raised to think, speak, and write in Spanish.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">As I met with my students' parents this week for parent-teacher conferences, I was again reminded of the process many of my students undertake for 6.5 hours a day. These students, when prompted with a question in English, must listen to the teachers' words in English, translate it into Spanish in their mind, think about the answer in Spanish, and then translate it back into </span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">English</span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"> in order to respond. The time necessary to answer a question is nearly double my own personal 4</span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">th</span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"> grade experience.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">It's embarrassing how easy it is to forget that oh-so-important fact as a teacher.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">"Here I am, teaching these 9 year-</span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">olds</span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"> how to speak, think, and write in a whole new language,"</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">I thought to myself while sharing report cards with family members. More importantly, however, "Here I am, teaching these 9 year </span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">olds</span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"> how to be confident, determined, and hopeful during this difficult transition."</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">ELA</span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">: Although difficult, challenging, and for many an "added burden" to accommodate such learners, I find special pleasure in providing assistance to such students. In fact, I enjoy it so much, I've added "pursing an </span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">ELA</span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"> certification (and learning the Spanish language)" to my list of future goals, especially within education. I admire my students for their determination, and although many may not realize, am inspired by their bilingual (and sometimes, trilingual) capabilities.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">My students continue to teach me more each day.</span>Melissa:http://www.blogger.com/profile/14511891706154870807noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3505066619835280370.post-52725855480690446002009-10-14T21:03:00.003-04:002009-10-14T21:52:28.797-04:00Wait, Why Do You Divide by 3 Again?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSma3y1Pjsu5EOPbzy45WR2wS1yzfXq6olVZct6yAYdMi7HS9mVVyodT0tvxhnKZi9mNYzamJ24WT421Y1ur_bwYCBm26wll9d6lhr6wqEDNYPqawctDZzgLg2tdtf6RluvXe9PNsSq5ZL/s1600-h/confused-kid-small.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 204px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSma3y1Pjsu5EOPbzy45WR2wS1yzfXq6olVZct6yAYdMi7HS9mVVyodT0tvxhnKZi9mNYzamJ24WT421Y1ur_bwYCBm26wll9d6lhr6wqEDNYPqawctDZzgLg2tdtf6RluvXe9PNsSq5ZL/s320/confused-kid-small.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392637829381466050" border="0" /></a><br />If there's one thing that I've learned within my first month of teaching, it's that <span style="font-weight: bold;">I can no longer be comfortable thinking from the perspective of an adult within the classroom. </span>Time and time again, I've caught myself assuming that my students know more than they actually do (when doing a math problem, for example), only leaving me frustrated because too many confused 4<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">th</span> graders are running towards me, pleading for my assistance.<br /><br />Perhaps you're reading this and thinking, "well no kidding, Melissa, you <span style="font-style: italic;">are </span>teaching 4<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">th</span> grade! You <span style="font-style: italic;">have </span>to think like a kid!" The concept, however, is <span style="font-style: italic;">easier </span>to "understand" than to <span style="font-style: italic;">actually follow. </span>Try teaching a lesson on finding an average or dividing with remainders! What's the easiest way to to split 25 into 4 groups? Using <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">manipulative's</span>? A multiplication chart? Using a multiply, subtraction, check method? It's easier said than done!<br /><br />I've learned that it's important that children, regardless of age, are given <span style="font-style: italic;">explicit, clear </span>directions and are taught detailed steps to solve a problem or to complete a task. I've had to accept that I'm going to spend a lot of time giving directions...<span style="font-weight: bold;">over and over.</span> Not only do I have to repeat myself several times without loosing patience, I have to remember to <span style="font-style: italic;">truly </span>think like a 4<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">th</span> grader when creating my directions and steps! I never thought I'd admit that it's <span style="font-style: italic;">difficult </span>to think like a kid again!Melissa:http://www.blogger.com/profile/14511891706154870807noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3505066619835280370.post-76208578390539488182009-09-22T17:27:00.004-04:002009-09-22T18:23:25.762-04:00A Frustrating Day on the Job<div align="center"><span style="color:#000000;">"And when I count down from 5 to 1 you should be in your seats, mouths closed, looking at me. 5...4...3...2...1!"</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#000000;"><br /></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#000000;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#000000;"><br /></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#000000;">::Everyone is still talking.::</span></div><div align="center"> </div><span style="color:#000000;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384420589465422210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 237px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 219px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7-hZnkmXkdNCCtviK8Abmu5FYYxErtfMVJ8vfX4BAJB7F3lu4XSTE-ldFvoHKI4cpVe_KmVmoB5kudPO4Y5Y-98dfBdNWs_5MjRYENtZRNwq4DDKKotQ-3tGxuyxnaIbp_C3AFEuTnuij/s320/23lnqe8i.jpg" border="0" /></span><br /><span style="color:#000000;">Today was one of the <em>most </em>frustrating teaching days that I've experienced thus far. It wasn't that anything went terribly wrong or that one of my kids decided to give me attitude, it's just that...my kids are just too darn <em>chatty! </em></span><br /><br /><span style="color:#000000;">I guess I shouldn't be too surprised: I mean, they do have <em>me </em>as a teacher! I just never imagined <em>how darn frustrating</em> it can be when trying to redirect the students' focus back to me. Regardless, I feel like 60% of what I'm teaching is <em>continuously </em>classroom management.</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#000000;">It's difficult. As a new, young teacher whose ambitions are nowhere short of "saving the world," balancing classroom management with "fun, creative, energetic ideas" is a huge challenge. I want the students to look forward to coming to school. I want them to know that the classroom is a safe place. I want them to experience learning as something fun. But I also want them to view their education as something very serious and meaningful.</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#000000;">Too many kids in the school in which I work have a "why should I care?" or "what difference does school make?" attitude. I want that attitude to change, yet I already fear the stress and burden of "pacing guides" and 4sight testings to keep up with, leaving very little room for creativity, flexibility, and well...fun.</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#000000;">Not only do I find the secret management tactics of whole group teaching tricky, I'm flabbergasted at the little bit of time teachers get to spend one-on-one with students. <em>How </em>can I teach a mini-lesson to a small group of students <em>and </em>have other students on task with completing another task? I find myself struggling to make time just so I can review basic math facts with students who need to review and <em>learn </em>the basic mathematical functions. In fact, I found myself shifting my entire schedule around today just because I recognized a group of students that were <em>really </em>struggling with rounding. (Too bad about pacing guides, these fourth grade students need to know their place value chart!)</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#000000;">It's ironic, though, how teaching can be both so frustrating and so inspirational. As I told my fiance Adam the other night, "each day that I continue to be frustrated, I'm likewise motivated to find new ways to reteach the concept or to retry management ideas. Teaching is such a great challenge, and finding areas that I struggle with motivate me to become better...for the students."</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#000000;">Sometimes I feel like I'm learning more than the students.</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#000000;">My biggest fear, I told my mentor, "is that I hope I'm not postponing the education of my students because of my 'first year goof-ups. The last thing I want is for my kids to enter 5th grade and be clueless."</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#000000;">In hopes of that <em>not </em>happening, it's back to the drawing board for me. How else can I teach place value? Rounding? Prefix? Vocabulary? Writing? Creativity, I need you <em>now!</em></span><br /><br /><span style="color:#000000;">Keep reading for more classroom experiences!</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#000000;"></span><br /><br /><span style="color:#000000;"></span>Melissa:http://www.blogger.com/profile/14511891706154870807noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3505066619835280370.post-23990502257632323352009-09-16T22:06:00.003-04:002009-09-17T20:48:59.044-04:00Life Courses and Childhood Dreams<a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsW0X1TiKjgG7CyP2iValSJSwb-CmszNk6lmxWO8En79_BVb7tu9h_HJ2uKx9hhzcVbb9nkKJQoDJQiAwFq__1sEjnh95Gih_9fRgoIC5rGj0TABdrLKSnxpRTe3yYLJjXzCyeDd2V48h-/s1600-h/teacher+logo.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 243px; height: 243px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsW0X1TiKjgG7CyP2iValSJSwb-CmszNk6lmxWO8En79_BVb7tu9h_HJ2uKx9hhzcVbb9nkKJQoDJQiAwFq__1sEjnh95Gih_9fRgoIC5rGj0TABdrLKSnxpRTe3yYLJjXzCyeDd2V48h-/s320/teacher+logo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382602742128846514" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">I'm always extremely discouraged to "start up" blogging again after I'm well aware when I take a hiatus. It reminds me that I'm extremely "human," not perfect by any means, and oh yes, effected by life's course of changes every now and then.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Nonetheless, here I am, blogging, and I am comfortable to now say that after a nine day road trip from the West Coast back to the East, diving into a first year teaching job the weekend after our return, searching and scoping out wedding venues, caterers. and entertainment, and moving back to Reading all within a short month, I feel like I'm "settling in." (And some people thought that making the transition from being a college student to "going into the real world </span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">alone </span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">was overwhelming!)</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">"Life" has surely taken its course in my life.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">I suppose I can't be surprised, though. Life is always an adventure for my fiance and I. That's how we like it to view it anyway.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">As I lay here in my Reading apartment-and yes, lay-I say </span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">lay </span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">because my roommate and I literally do not have any living room furniture to sit on yet (oh, that needs to happen, too?), I still cannot relish the reality of my now "school teacher" world. Three weeks ago I had my first "day of school." Monday I had my first "faculty meeting." Tomorrow I have my first "Meet the Teacher" night. The experience still seems to be beyond me. I cannot believe that </span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">I, </span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Melissa Jaworski, am largely responsible for the academic progress of 19 students. Really, what was I thinking when I thought that I could have </span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">that </span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">much responsibility hanging on my shoulders?</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Believable or not, being a school teacher is a dream that I've held onto ever since I was five years old. In fact, the day before my "first day of school," I told my mom, "I can't believe that </span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">tomorrow </span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">I'm going to </span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">be </span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">the person I dreamed to be since I was </span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">five years old.</span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">"</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Now, I'm not saying that I'm going to retire a teacher. I still have a very strong passion for vocational ministry, such as working within a church or for a para-church organization. I very well may decide to not teach after this first year experience. On the other hand, I may decide that I'll continue to teach for a number of years. Nevertheless, it's incredible for me to fathom the reality of fulfilling a childhood dream.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">In fact, it gives me even more hope and inspiration for the children that I'm teaching. In 4th grade, I wanted more than </span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">anything </span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">to be a teacher, and now here I am, a 4th grade teacher.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">When I reflect back on my journey towards "becoming a teacher," I'm reminded of all of the different stages that I passed through while remaining committed to my dream; teaching my stuffed animals at 5 years old, filing tests and quizzes for my elementary school teachers, deciding "teaching wasn't good enough for me" at 13, continuing to organize people and tasks in every opportunity available throughout middle and high school, struggling to decide a major in college...only to choose elementary education. I've had a lot of "twists and turns," a lot of changes and "I can't decide" moments, yet always, always, have I had the consistency of a small burning flame within me to...teach.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">In fact, my journey reminds me of the well-known scripture in Jeremiah 19:11. It reads:</span><br /><br /><sup style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="versenum" id="en-NIV-19647">11</sup><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"> For I know the plans I have for you," declares the LORD, "plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Plans. Isn't it ironic how we, as humans, try so hard to create the "perfect plans"-1 day or 5 year-so that we can follow the steps that we believe lead towards a goal? And isn't it even more ironic, that during all of that time-being 5 and teaching stuffed animals to being 13 and not wanting to teach, to not deciding on a major in college, to getting a teaching job fresh out of college-that God has not forgotten me nor my childhood dream. "It's strange to believe that I'm </span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">actually doing the job that I dreamed to do since I was 5 years old."</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Life-adventure- has a powerful way of allowing us to experience the faith of God.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Thanks, God...for life. For faith.</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">(*Note: I do realize that the last "sentence" is actually not a sentence at all, it's a fragment. I just recently taught my 4th graders about the characteristics of a complete sentence.)</span>Melissa:http://www.blogger.com/profile/14511891706154870807noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3505066619835280370.post-49721615209108409182009-08-05T11:56:00.005-04:002009-08-06T00:40:44.049-04:00Thank You, Arizona! (Not Good-Bye!)<div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4jJPUemjCPWIu8L6p-JJDMhzVC81TCQ_tfxgRrZYOO7MiEhnj7nOpsphRTOQy_6QouRWpuqm3Vi1EJOAYHxoQJvhGLQP0HXDTYYVPepJxyYyf1J06TJnibsIgcOEmR-Rzjrp7o6C1DtiA/s1600-h/DSCN2878.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4jJPUemjCPWIu8L6p-JJDMhzVC81TCQ_tfxgRrZYOO7MiEhnj7nOpsphRTOQy_6QouRWpuqm3Vi1EJOAYHxoQJvhGLQP0HXDTYYVPepJxyYyf1J06TJnibsIgcOEmR-Rzjrp7o6C1DtiA/s320/DSCN2878.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366705349694332002" border="0" /></a>Adam and I with the most WONDERFUL host family: the Giboneys!<br /></div><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Two and a half months pass quickly when you're pursuing a job you love, conquering "unexplored land", and are surrounding yourself with loving people. Adam and I have thoroughly enjoyed our time here. We can't believe how quickly Thursday, August 6th has approached! Although we'll continue to "road trip," taking pit stops in Texas, New Orleans, Alabama, South Carolina, and Maryland along the way, we'll surely miss the adventures and relationships that we've built here in Peoria, Arizona.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Below are a few quick, fun questions that summarize some key take-away moments from the summer experience.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">One of my favorite memories from this summer have been:</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">I've really enjoyed the moments when my host family (Donna, Mike, Haley, and Hunter), Adam, and I have gathered around the dinner table and have spent hours talking, eating, and sharing life together. I've always been fond of long, family meals and long to have these (at least once a week) with my future family. These moments make wonderful "warm, fuzzy" memories. </span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><br /><br />One of my greatest challenges that I've experienced while here has been:</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">...Not having my girlfriends around to hang out with when Adam's playing poker or P90X with the guys! Not having them around though has challenged me to keep in touch with them through phone calls and Facebook messages!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">One that I'll really miss about Arizona includes:</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">HOW BEAUTIFULLY STRAIGHT MY HAIR LOOKS, EVEN IN THE SUMMER! Oh, my hair's at its best out here! I'll definitely miss going on early runs when it's "toasty" outside (86 degrees at 6am). I'll miss the constant sunshine and the ability to wear shorts and a tank at 11pm at night. I'll miss gazing at the mountains on my way to work. Oops, was I only supposed to list one?</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">One thing that I've learned here about Adam and my relationship is:<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">...</span></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">We really do make a great team! Adventuring out here as a couple has allowed us to "lean" on each other and grow in ways we never before found ourselves compatible. We've built memories together while striving to learn more about each other and how we can best serve one another. Never before have we spent more time together and never before have I been more in love. Don't get me wrong, there's been difficult times, for sure! We're much stronger because of this summer though, and we've had a ton of fun along the way. </span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">One thing that I've learned here about myself is:<br /></span></span></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">People really love me for </span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">me</span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">: crazy, silly, outgoing, loud, hard-working, dedicated, caring, compassionate me. Even in a new environment, I was able to confidently "be who I am" and </span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">loved it. </span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Not only did I love it, but others did, too! They loved me for </span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">me, </span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">so I need to keep </span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">loving me </span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">for </span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">me, </span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">too!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">One thing that I've learned here regarding my relationship with God includes:</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">God created me as a human </span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">BE</span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">ing</span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">, </span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">not a human </span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">DO</span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">ing. My personal relationship with God (</span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">aka spending time with God)</span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"> can never be sacrificed for </span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">doing </span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">things for God (aka busy schedule), </span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">especially </span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">if I work in a church! I must be just as comfortable BEING with God as I am DOING for (or with) Him!</span>Melissa:http://www.blogger.com/profile/14511891706154870807noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3505066619835280370.post-49409998663404748682009-08-04T19:06:00.005-04:002009-08-04T19:51:07.388-04:00One Last Stop: The Grand Canyon<div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjN10jD5daP-kb-67JvGDOJJnyv7o48oX4TN1hRvs-so5_7A3x5OArgFh7WMfMuCH4H9ggF4kU0Ck51s3OCTCPUF9JF7USg0t6ynJdwmJ0hbLLQJDwBBJiBFid2qB0_-HY-5G3Rak2NKR50/s1600-h/DSCN2811.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjN10jD5daP-kb-67JvGDOJJnyv7o48oX4TN1hRvs-so5_7A3x5OArgFh7WMfMuCH4H9ggF4kU0Ck51s3OCTCPUF9JF7USg0t6ynJdwmJ0hbLLQJDwBBJiBFid2qB0_-HY-5G3Rak2NKR50/s320/DSCN2811.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366257349361153538" border="0" /></a>Mission Accomplished!<br /></div><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Adam and I just completed the ONE task that my dad INSISTED we do before we come home: hike and camp out at the Grand Canyon! Although the one day-one night trip was short, we had a wonderful time. We visited the South Rim and hiked the Kaibab Trail (a 6 mile hike) to "Skeleton Point." We were humbled by the view (boy, did we feel small looking at at that canyon), captured by its beauty (God sure is creative), and enjoyed every minute of the hiking-camping experience!</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Below are some favorite pictures from the trip. It was a wonderful way to end our time here in the West! We leave for back east on Thursday and expect to arrive in PA around August 13th or 14th.</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKEE5zs_cHLqXOIt2cDiTQiXiZ-W0-pAy0iSrdCSdpsXaw7AD9xWYeqNB-0D2UKthM5qNfRwlBfR7aoYyvgvQMrYumiMlTHaAZw0k9xD6V-yYaKl010J1Uplb3BHyxWZGj5KMsvN_5g3ST/s1600-h/DSCN2822.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKEE5zs_cHLqXOIt2cDiTQiXiZ-W0-pAy0iSrdCSdpsXaw7AD9xWYeqNB-0D2UKthM5qNfRwlBfR7aoYyvgvQMrYumiMlTHaAZw0k9xD6V-yYaKl010J1Uplb3BHyxWZGj5KMsvN_5g3ST/s320/DSCN2822.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366254840998779170" border="0" /></a>A GORGEOUS VIEW of the South Rim at the start of our hike!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvNsvriMMqiRmH-rgOiUKRc9Zz2SKfpyhxBY3UKJxPq2AKNQM432OJ9jeD869cC9U3MBJdMnRgo2P6otMrRph9I4gUYbwJyQ3l_jZKmDi4hpXm7y5hNcCs5Igi90Ak58JFtvTfU3Zd7qFN/s1600-h/DSCN2781.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvNsvriMMqiRmH-rgOiUKRc9Zz2SKfpyhxBY3UKJxPq2AKNQM432OJ9jeD869cC9U3MBJdMnRgo2P6otMrRph9I4gUYbwJyQ3l_jZKmDi4hpXm7y5hNcCs5Igi90Ak58JFtvTfU3Zd7qFN/s320/DSCN2781.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366257315070904386" border="0" /></a>Stopping for a quick view while hiking! AMAZING!<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihZpINlojDneIdoU1YKWpJzUvfTHT3P1KbXzk2vRrVj-AM1tRYKpMosDdh-4M-N7XQUn2oVUeuJCc_-0vfksWJ14-9r27fPuJNWNsJzjEOvzGTHttvLvKaJwB61t79F5ZLlfuYeHXxQoL_/s1600-h/DSCN2797.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihZpINlojDneIdoU1YKWpJzUvfTHT3P1KbXzk2vRrVj-AM1tRYKpMosDdh-4M-N7XQUn2oVUeuJCc_-0vfksWJ14-9r27fPuJNWNsJzjEOvzGTHttvLvKaJwB61t79F5ZLlfuYeHXxQoL_/s320/DSCN2797.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366254861025952210" border="0" /></a>Adam taking a break inside one of the canyon rocks!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYe-6lL4c8Q_hb8qH29Iz8LpnwKZ1c3_3tu1UQELz5EjxHtJeSp1aAcwpWKWJaBPsoAZeVwGuJoad-8z3p7lASWD2Y16LgYwhL6ibADuf9Ag019Ug7_9yyU3LYhQhnt86yCmx9d2TbCx-K/s1600-h/DSCN2800.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYe-6lL4c8Q_hb8qH29Iz8LpnwKZ1c3_3tu1UQELz5EjxHtJeSp1aAcwpWKWJaBPsoAZeVwGuJoad-8z3p7lASWD2Y16LgYwhL6ibADuf9Ag019Ug7_9yyU3LYhQhnt86yCmx9d2TbCx-K/s320/DSCN2800.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366257330352207778" border="0" /></a>When we reached Skeleton Point, we got a glimpse of the Colorado River. I was so surprised that it wasn't blue! False expectations?<span style="font-style: italic;"></span> Oh well, blue or brown, we saw it!<br /></div><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioIdmmI4Ge-RVrqSHfJ8X2dGfAh86TSxg761y_Ox4cJAZzV1qv6jrakCIoAKveJau-urGsRXYoIgcYpQjU6riRjF14iN6gLaukHuvGXg7kzZwGZxp6pwEs1zoIZQySvryYE2ondr5o0I6a/s1600-h/DSCN2803.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioIdmmI4Ge-RVrqSHfJ8X2dGfAh86TSxg761y_Ox4cJAZzV1qv6jrakCIoAKveJau-urGsRXYoIgcYpQjU6riRjF14iN6gLaukHuvGXg7kzZwGZxp6pwEs1zoIZQySvryYE2ondr5o0I6a/s320/DSCN2803.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366254854851866482" border="0" /></a>Stopping for a picture pose on the hike back up!<br />We definitely took advantage of those camel backs!<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9r1NPSH2S_teKLVoHZxXBZXknbHdw-mG9LQPihRykA0YkjgaEw2tJWvyca1VHPG8x1jZVf8N58EKsjtprazStUoMuB8RyBv8jn62e7ZU4y00QWwj5kqp_1e-I_Xc9VfaTOyJgKc4VOFWp/s1600-h/DSCN2819.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9r1NPSH2S_teKLVoHZxXBZXknbHdw-mG9LQPihRykA0YkjgaEw2tJWvyca1VHPG8x1jZVf8N58EKsjtprazStUoMuB8RyBv8jn62e7ZU4y00QWwj5kqp_1e-I_Xc9VfaTOyJgKc4VOFWp/s320/DSCN2819.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366254828400392834" border="0" /></a>Our "hobo" meals! We cooked chicken and veggies in tinfoil over the fire!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNrvO4okeHYAjS-vS2zLeesLmJIwwUcvS_KIVfdHzLLnuukc7sRRbYbcGjHyzvfiR9PxfZLPj1hpec2koDBr-AaykYD21gBPylbgUV6s4mhpwzxm5C8OM-AsLJn8kCFw8QrzRadKcxhTzL/s1600-h/DSCN2829.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNrvO4okeHYAjS-vS2zLeesLmJIwwUcvS_KIVfdHzLLnuukc7sRRbYbcGjHyzvfiR9PxfZLPj1hpec2koDBr-AaykYD21gBPylbgUV6s4mhpwzxm5C8OM-AsLJn8kCFw8QrzRadKcxhTzL/s320/DSCN2829.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366254815275903842" border="0" /></a><br />Checking out the South Rim right before sunset. A perfect ending to a breath-taking day.<br /></div>Melissa:http://www.blogger.com/profile/14511891706154870807noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3505066619835280370.post-17529454652196333972009-07-27T21:22:00.010-04:002009-07-27T23:36:56.350-04:00"The Strip," Las Vegas<a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuPllsyTwRKE3iFdqHM2yo_dxvncwQy4VdJjFv-kOPL6ybuVi14KXkaOntBNralwBUUd12HyetXTy7ZJKfZq5-g3aa87PfZwYU8nekCqqoM1qCLirr2wI7E9IMzXgRYNjI7rM7IxSDYjiz/s1600-h/DSCN2659.JPG"></a><br /><a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqSEXw6ojPC6LG4Hib_XIIPu8q1okzXGR7d9aSk_dy8jvuXzXiOLsaVXa6Xkc9v5k9vjgv2PL6dkw0OxPJmPKQ_rNNWe_6ZstJUP9TtAFRY3nDUfo0tc6A14LhkqyueqcFi81LNGpH3eiD/s1600-h/DSCN2614.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqSEXw6ojPC6LG4Hib_XIIPu8q1okzXGR7d9aSk_dy8jvuXzXiOLsaVXa6Xkc9v5k9vjgv2PL6dkw0OxPJmPKQ_rNNWe_6ZstJUP9TtAFRY3nDUfo0tc6A14LhkqyueqcFi81LNGpH3eiD/s320/DSCN2614.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363343450159977282" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">This past weekend, Adam and I had an opportunity to hit "the strip" in Las Vegas, Nevada. We were graciously hosted by a family friend and her roommate, who took us out to dinner and showed us around to some of the "hot spots."</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">While Adam was excited to get a chance to play poker at a </span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">real </span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">poker table (he even <span style="font-style: italic;">won </span>$60), we both enjoyed watching the fountains at the Bellagio, traveling through "Paris," and treating ourselves to the beautiful indoor walkway of the Venetian Casino. Of course, it wouldn't be a trip to Vegas without getting harassed by dozens upon dozens of advertisers for night clubs and "X" rated fun. I couldn't believe the number of cards that littered the ground </span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">or </span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">the amount of </span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">children </span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">that were walking around Vegas seeing the giant advertisements of half-naked women! Ah! No wonder the minds of our generation (and younger) are so saturated with sex.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">The trip was certainly a taste of a different type of culture. Although "short-lived," I'm not sure we needed too much more time to understand just how different Vegas is from several other US big cities. Fortunately, there's hope, even for "Sin City." Since our trip, Adam and I have researched a church organization, called </span><a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" href="http://stripchurch.com/">Strip Church</a><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">, that's reaching out to people in Vegas in very creative ways. Check out the </span><a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" href="http://stripchurch.com/">website</a><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"> if you're curious!</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">All in all, the trip was certainly a success and so much fun! Some of our pictures from the trip are included below. Stay tuned for an update on our trip to the Grand Canyon from August 2nd-4th!</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEir7UKOThUL4TnL0wgCeKx3QgDopmiNlHRUuixR20RVCQcOrodTO5OIWx840I83qgkVrIG4TutbO3q4mVXaxXXD-x_BTmbvdJngJ7F_4_jh_6u2IDW1Ym0rVQmP5VChDImB3oRbyfLRuprt/s1600-h/DSCN2616.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEir7UKOThUL4TnL0wgCeKx3QgDopmiNlHRUuixR20RVCQcOrodTO5OIWx840I83qgkVrIG4TutbO3q4mVXaxXXD-x_BTmbvdJngJ7F_4_jh_6u2IDW1Ym0rVQmP5VChDImB3oRbyfLRuprt/s320/DSCN2616.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363343455849519394" border="0" /></a><br />Our party of four: Adam, myself, and our two wonderful hostesses, Sandy and Amanda. We ate a wonderful "tropical dinner" at Treasure Island. And yes, that's our DESSERT!<br /></div><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBFYh3GdyQeQfNWlHrMWvSu6rkZ1kP61qAzjUkC34m6_TleUCJXPgVzqt-ZcTmpt8a2uf6Zjy-4MO-PE0yu1tdl0HnGrRuTdukJwDbiP5NcoC-KAF6b1MtT2NMhi1Hx-NNnWgCbbm5tk2a/s1600-h/DSCN2638.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBFYh3GdyQeQfNWlHrMWvSu6rkZ1kP61qAzjUkC34m6_TleUCJXPgVzqt-ZcTmpt8a2uf6Zjy-4MO-PE0yu1tdl0HnGrRuTdukJwDbiP5NcoC-KAF6b1MtT2NMhi1Hx-NNnWgCbbm5tk2a/s320/DSCN2638.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363344107323083330" border="0" /></a>The infamous Bellagio! We were so captivated by the light show that we couldn't stop watching after just one song! Truly an amazing sight to see!<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8EpirrKJSbKHqY12wiesYQHSNf-vnotKwIoy1cEGaG7KSHwdPwdn36bubgSUk5_wBAS0sRiFLpyRsW4av1AFrNdinfovXw7EEj3w7q5hJFO_yBhSgnrrSmtqKp8JzvfvAmrub-9efDuqt/s1600-h/DSCN2651.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8EpirrKJSbKHqY12wiesYQHSNf-vnotKwIoy1cEGaG7KSHwdPwdn36bubgSUk5_wBAS0sRiFLpyRsW4av1AFrNdinfovXw7EEj3w7q5hJFO_yBhSgnrrSmtqKp8JzvfvAmrub-9efDuqt/s320/DSCN2651.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363344128312444418" border="0" /></a><br />EVERYONE's in Vegas! I was so excited to meet Whoopi Golberg! I just loved her in Sister Act. Okay, okay. This is actually a "Wax Whoopi." Close enough though, right?<br /></div><br /><a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuPllsyTwRKE3iFdqHM2yo_dxvncwQy4VdJjFv-kOPL6ybuVi14KXkaOntBNralwBUUd12HyetXTy7ZJKfZq5-g3aa87PfZwYU8nekCqqoM1qCLirr2wI7E9IMzXgRYNjI7rM7IxSDYjiz/s1600-h/DSCN2659.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuPllsyTwRKE3iFdqHM2yo_dxvncwQy4VdJjFv-kOPL6ybuVi14KXkaOntBNralwBUUd12HyetXTy7ZJKfZq5-g3aa87PfZwYU8nekCqqoM1qCLirr2wI7E9IMzXgRYNjI7rM7IxSDYjiz/s320/DSCN2659.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363344121501441026" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">These tours were given <span style="font-weight: bold;">inside </span>the Venetian Casino. Yes, <span style="font-weight: bold;">inside. </span>It wasn't surprising considering what the inside of this "mall area" looked like. Talk about stunning <span style="font-style: italic;">and </span>romantic!<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhozcvHnMzNXbcDRFx7G3kviS4K-OqKfK_8RtpDdBq1uLDUmqyYDuAT8a8MuPjU_ZCpjnvvpTybGZkJiw_l8eUtN4JkOXWJyvQcll94vVLunfhyjNr-uvU5cOG07bM0CRhvuQX_ew3n4JXs/s1600-h/DSCN2592.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhozcvHnMzNXbcDRFx7G3kviS4K-OqKfK_8RtpDdBq1uLDUmqyYDuAT8a8MuPjU_ZCpjnvvpTybGZkJiw_l8eUtN4JkOXWJyvQcll94vVLunfhyjNr-uvU5cOG07bM0CRhvuQX_ew3n4JXs/s320/DSCN2592.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363343460241203362" border="0" /></a>On the way to and fro Vegas, we traveled across the Hoover Dam and stopped to take some pictures! I wasn't expecting this sort of beauty!<br /></div><br /><a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5tfqzObIlfO4o3Kuwwx6Y9BVXXNzu4SQuAKKs6yrxJGfzA30pWwuDShnkrkpRErzOJkH7-YrKtTQXjbeHEZi3FeCtfXCQjJrhGrmGVUyMx7mcqpBvb203zMl2iqPJB8lJJGL3GJUSTX9w/s1600-h/DSCN2595.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5tfqzObIlfO4o3Kuwwx6Y9BVXXNzu4SQuAKKs6yrxJGfzA30pWwuDShnkrkpRErzOJkH7-YrKtTQXjbeHEZi3FeCtfXCQjJrhGrmGVUyMx7mcqpBvb203zMl2iqPJB8lJJGL3GJUSTX9w/s320/DSCN2595.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363343474351901650" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">This picture doesn't even come <span style="font-style: italic;">close </span>to justifying the beauty of this scenery. The water is <span style="font-style: italic;">so </span>blue, and with it surrounded by the mountains, it's just like a postcard. Adam informed me that the water's "blue" is caused by minerals. In fact, the white that is shown on the mountains is calcium build up: the water reaches up to the heights of the white/brown line!<br /><span style="font-style: italic;"></span><br /></div><a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4tB1YyXUzfpyPmRf9d0GLGxWMe9AqBIFSq15sJyY148i2BjMmyP2i16xF8GpJGzp84JPtC9thoUyf0ZMENqM7VmkUfuNWzgHopaiOM9kVaTKmy0bddv2CnLMtBExj0HNtaMPCbEVbzUxr/s1600-h/DSCN2594.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4tB1YyXUzfpyPmRf9d0GLGxWMe9AqBIFSq15sJyY148i2BjMmyP2i16xF8GpJGzp84JPtC9thoUyf0ZMENqM7VmkUfuNWzgHopaiOM9kVaTKmy0bddv2CnLMtBExj0HNtaMPCbEVbzUxr/s320/DSCN2594.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363343467351790306" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">A view of the Hoover Dam. There were so many people parked on the side of the road just to tour and photograph the Dam!<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCvkZ_ZnSzTA_ZdMJ1PgP7aPPBSd7dfYPCTPWHBeYnkxS-dh3FK6y59gf62JPBzGsAesOuCYlslqDdj5RiCj3URYNhV7yRIIt2yc6NPS4u9Xl8TfzE6Plfm77dEqnp562okAUK-vCUwQBS/s1600-h/DSCN2664.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCvkZ_ZnSzTA_ZdMJ1PgP7aPPBSd7dfYPCTPWHBeYnkxS-dh3FK6y59gf62JPBzGsAesOuCYlslqDdj5RiCj3URYNhV7yRIIt2yc6NPS4u9Xl8TfzE6Plfm77dEqnp562okAUK-vCUwQBS/s320/DSCN2664.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363344114889575314" border="0" /></a>Another view of the Dam. Adam tells me that it's the largest cement structure in the world! I believe it!<br /></div>Melissa:http://www.blogger.com/profile/14511891706154870807noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3505066619835280370.post-2909369649315850982009-07-22T14:14:00.005-04:002009-07-22T14:36:42.489-04:00How to Talk to Girls<span style="color:#000000;">While in our "pastors' meeting" yesterday, I caught sight of an advertisement in a children's ministry magazine for a book that a <strong>NINE YEAR OLD BOY </strong>wrote. The title: <strong><u>How to Talk to Girls.</u> </strong>Fascinated with the reality that a <strong>nine year old boy </strong>published a book, I continued to read all about Alec Greven. He published his first book at <strong>age eight, </strong>has also written a book titled <u>How to Talk to Moms</u>, and has a book about Santa Clause coming out in September! I was ecstatic to discover that one of our pastors actually owned a copy of <u>How to Talk to Girls. </u><br /><strong><u></u></strong><br />Here are some of my favorite excerpts:<br /></span><ul><li><span style="color:#000000;">A crush is a love disease. It can drive you mad.</span></li><li><span style="color:#000000;">If you are in elementary school, try to get a girl to like you, not to <em>love </em>you. Wait until middle school to try to get her to love you. Otherwise, you have to hold on to her for a long time and that would be very hard. (Tip: Most boys in elementary school can hold on to a girl for only 30 days.)</span></li><li><span style="color:#000000;">Some girls are talkative. Some girls are shy. Go for a talkative girl if you are shy. Then you only have to say one sentence, and she will do the rest of the talking.</span></li><li><span style="color:#000000;">If she doesn't like you, don't worry, it happens.</span></li><li><span style="color:#000000;">If you do win victory with a girl, don't cheer in front of her.</span></li><li><span style="color:#000000;">Use caution! When you see a pretty girl, don't let her tractor beam pull you in.</span></li></ul><span style="color:#000000;">What an incredible way to share with children that <em>they matter! </em>Imagine how nine year old boys (and girls) can be inspired by hearing Alec's story! I definitely think I'll be purchasing this book for my personal collection.<br /><br /><object width="560" height="340"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yzouzhXSRzY&hl=en&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yzouzhXSRzY&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"></embed></object><br /><br /></span><br /><strong></strong>Melissa:http://www.blogger.com/profile/14511891706154870807noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3505066619835280370.post-36810049011718050072009-07-16T16:59:00.003-04:002009-07-16T19:10:29.214-04:00Teaching Interview Questions<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8qErpNEPAQ74z4GATSnXnYqDoOWgBGX_rpETOrrfzbStAv_FO7FsfxgcdQRlCHNXte-d7mV1FfgANsNfHmcdh33bdedlD2TxnG1l8CJvMfmKJ680DAS9nmlEhlzAr3uBMbevWP6boW6qt/s1600-h/interview.jpg"><span style="color:#000000;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359198967704991058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 189px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8qErpNEPAQ74z4GATSnXnYqDoOWgBGX_rpETOrrfzbStAv_FO7FsfxgcdQRlCHNXte-d7mV1FfgANsNfHmcdh33bdedlD2TxnG1l8CJvMfmKJ680DAS9nmlEhlzAr3uBMbevWP6boW6qt/s320/interview.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="color:#000000;"><br /></span><div><span style="color:#000000;">While preparing for some teaching interviews, I ran across a great article that shares </span><a href="http://www.education-world.com/a_admin/admin/admin352.shtml"><span style="color:#000000;">"Principals' 30 Favorite Questions for Future Teachers." </span></a><span style="color:#000000;">If any of you are preparing to one day be a teacher (or know of anyone who is preparing) this is a great source to print out and save for future reference!</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#000000;">Below are also some common questions that I've been asked while interviewing. Good luck!</span></div><ul><li><span style="color:#000000;">I noticed you student taught at _________________. Tell me about your experience. What were your strengths and what were your weaknesses during this experience?</span></li><br /><li><span style="color:#000000;">Describe a reading lesson from start to finish.</span></li><br /><li><span style="color:#000000;">Tell me about some of your extra-circulars in high school and college.</span></li><br /><li><span style="color:#000000;">We've been brainstorming ways to incorporate technology into the classroom. How experienced are you with a smart board?How experienced are you with a smart board?What are some of your ideas? </span></li><br /><li><span style="color:#000000;">How do you measure a student's success?</span></li><br /><li><span style="color:#000000;">What are some of your ideas concerning <em>how </em>to encourage parent involvement in a students' education?</span></li><br /><li><span style="color:#000000;">It seems like you have a lot of strengths. What is an area that you are looking to improve? How do you plan to do so?</span></li><br /><li><span style="color:#000000;">Do you have any questions for us?</span></li></ul>Melissa:http://www.blogger.com/profile/14511891706154870807noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3505066619835280370.post-49837267904386537272009-07-15T15:03:00.011-04:002009-07-15T17:03:50.261-04:00True Beauty<span style="color:#000000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#000000;">I recently finished John and Stasi Eldredge's book <u>Captivating</u><em>. </em>The book focuses on women's desires to be romanced, to be needed, and to be beautiful. It is quite an interesting read. I aim to soon read <u>Wild at Heart. </u></span><br /><br /><span style="color:#000000;">The following are two descriptions of "beautiful women" that were contrasted in the book. The descriptions reminded me of the pressure women feel to "be [physically] beautiful" in this world, while ironically, attaining or "striving" (as Stasi Eldredge describes) for such beauty is <em>exhausting. </em></span><br /><em><span style="color:#000000;"></span></em><br /><span style="color:#000000;"><em>Janet is twenty-one. She was on the dance team in high school. Small and petite with a fabulous figure. Unlike so many women in that world of competitive beauty, she escaped an eating disorder. But she runs between five and ten miles a day. She watches what she eats. She's able to wear the cutest clothes. And yet...when you're with her, your heart does not rest. Her beauty impresses, but it does not invite. The reason is simple: She is striving. She is a perfectionist (an extra two pounds is a crisis; a pimple is a disaster). Her beauty feels tenuous, shaky. It is not flowing from her heart. It's almost as if it's forced, from the outside, through discipline and fear.<br /></em><br /><em>June is one of the most beautiful women we have ever met. We encountered her a few years ago while doing a retreat on the coast of North Carolina. Her hair was long, swept up loosely and held by decorative combs. She wore unique, dangly earrings and pretty flowering skirts. Her eyes sparkled when she laughed, which he did often, and her smile lit up the room, She was clearly in love with her husband, her face adoring as she gazed at him. June was at rest with herself, at home in who she was. Talking with her, just being with her, made us feel more at rest with ourselves as well. Her spacious, beautiful soul invited others to come, to be, to taste and see that the Lord is good, whatever was happening in your life. She wept at the retreat. She laughed at the retreat. She was gloriously alive and in love, both with her husband and with the God of the Universe. </em><em>And June was about seventy-five years old. </em></span><br /><em><br /></em><em></em><span style="color:#000000;">While reading, I found myself identifying too much with Janet while I long to make an impression like June's. I run (and feel bad when I don't). I watch what I eat. I have "perfectionist" traits. Yet, I love to smile. I love to laugh. I love to believe that my presence is inviting and alive. Why are both beauties so desirable?</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#000000;">As this has been a matter that I've been praying over for quite some time (wanting to "love myself" for who I've been created to be), I've believe I've finally begun to experience just the tip of the iceberg of God's unique love for me. I find myself praying to be a June <em>more </em>and a Janet <em>less,</em> and I don't plan on taking 75 years to live and share it with others. </span><br /><span style="color:#000000;"><br /></span><br /><span style="color:#000000;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358792714676765682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaZnTHC_1LMjgyUl7lkeJd53AQJ7oxuNAiOQMEjjJ_vasvW6EK_qOijHsbQQ0LLGUJHHnzC_cbqHw9yFJ1uA_gdpNYH_4Iu2yzyr-POIEdr06IQ8sHdv3EKZr2kw9SDR4lPm9aP3xvvHgH/s320/T30mj6101.jpg" border="0" /><br />True beauty, Eldredge writes, is one in which, "A woman invites us to know God. To experience through her that God is merciful. That he is tender and kind. That God longs for us-to be known by us and to know us. She invites us to experience that God is good, deep, lovely, alluring. Captivating."<br /><br /></span><p><span style="color:#000000;">I can feel beautiful because God created me beautifully. My beauty (my confidence, my love, my caring) invites others to know God. Let's face it, confidence is, after all, attractive!<br /></span></p><p><span style="color:#000000;">What a unique way to view beauty! Beauty as a...way to witness for God.<br /><br />Now that's a beauty to <strong>believe in</strong> and <strong>desire!</strong> </span></p>Melissa:http://www.blogger.com/profile/14511891706154870807noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3505066619835280370.post-92173610509514358802009-07-11T23:55:00.002-04:002009-07-12T18:26:03.145-04:00Decision Time<a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9eFxuk2oEQV-WofZFVzVr30MQL2QWOI1nnAuwX4hNSEJ_xgKuWgLV2xfm59Y90maT21k3jBK1oURSCLZTUJcWmsArs-nQbNZeH1gt3KDcpMHJSKkiCgXcBFU_SRWv673qOxludYrgtywB/s1600-h/decision.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9eFxuk2oEQV-WofZFVzVr30MQL2QWOI1nnAuwX4hNSEJ_xgKuWgLV2xfm59Y90maT21k3jBK1oURSCLZTUJcWmsArs-nQbNZeH1gt3KDcpMHJSKkiCgXcBFU_SRWv673qOxludYrgtywB/s320/decision.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357701347681016338" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">I knew this time would come around. I didn't realize that it would happen sooner than later.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Decision time: Public school teaching vs. Ministry</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Realistically</span>, this has been a decision that I've struggled with for a long time. Ever since I was five years old, I pretended to teach my stuffed animals via spelling book packets and a small chalkboard attached to one of my bedroom walls. I wanted to be a teacher. When I was 18, however, after making the decision to get baptized and beginning on my journey with Christ, I fascinated over teaching students with a different, eternal curriculum in mind. </span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Since then, I've struggled for a long time trying to decide into which field I fee "called." I remember graduating from high school, traveling to a high school Christian conference in Tennessee (<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">CIY</span>) in which I made a commitment to "enter into the ministry" and coming home perplexed because I was not going to a "Bible college" that August. How was I to fulfill my "ministry calling" if I didn't attend a Bible college? That summer, I remember spending hours on the computer researching Christian colleges with youth ministry and children's ministry majors, finally giving up my search a few days before heading to <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Albright</span> College to pursue "secular degrees" in elementary education and psychology.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">My <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">indecisiveness</span> didn't end then. (I wish!) I struggled for over a year trying to decide whether I wanted to transfer to Eastern University to pursue youth ministry, in which a mentor couple of Adam and myself suggested to stay at <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Albright</span>, receive my education degree, and then, after I graduated, if I was feeling called, to pursue seminary and ministry afterwards.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">The couple insisted that during these next four years, I take full advantage of my perfect opportunity to pursue college experiences, while likewise, still being able to stay fairly connected with ministry through attending and <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">volunteering</span> at Christ's Church of the Valley.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">And, did I </span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">ever</span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"> take advantage of all those <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">opportunities</span>!</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Since then, at <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">CCV</span>, I've volunteered in the children's ministry as a "lead teacher" (one who teachers large group lessons from stage) for grades 2<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">nd</span>-5<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">th</span>, I've volunteered in student ministries as an "Impact Coach" for middle school students, and I've served in summer camps to reach out to new children and students. During summers, I've traveled with <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">CIY's</span> "Know Sweat" team to complete service projects with middle and high school students across the Midwest, and even accepted a summer children/youth internship at <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">CCV</span> (PA) where my ministry <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">responsibilities</span> (speaking, events, volunteer <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">coordination</span>, etc.) truly began to ripen.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">Opportunities</span>, too, to explore public school teaching have arose over the years, and I hadn't forgotten to explore those as well. Studying education in school, I volunteered at countless tutoring sessions at local elementary schools, working for four years at an after-school program in Reading. I've completed practicum sessions for nearly every grade K-6, including a full semester of "student teaching," a teaching internship in and of itself.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">And where has all this experience and learning brought me, four years passed?</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">...at a crossroad. A decision to make: Public school teaching or Ministry?</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">I've graduated from <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15">Albright</span>. I have my degrees in both elementary education and psychology. I find myself in yet </span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">another </span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">ministry internship at a mega church in Peoria, AZ this summer (this time strictly for children's ministry), and there are offers on the table.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">You see, earlier this week, I was elated to discover that I received a job offer at Northwest Elementary, the first school that I student taught at during my "Practicum Semester" at <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16">Albright</span>. When leaving the elementary school (my placement was in a 5<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17">th</span> grade classroom), the principal said to me, "You'll be hearing from me." Not wanting to set myself up for <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18">disappointment</span>, I didn't think too much of it, especially because I've accepted that my plans for the next year (until Adam and I marry and we settle somewhere) are a huge question mark with a giant sticker that says TRUST GOD at the bottom. A few days ago, the principal called me herself! She offered a fourth grade position and wanted to know when I can "conference call" to interview with the board.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Amazing! Thank you, Lord. (As August quickly inches closer, I've been really praying about "future-job-stuff.")</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19">Interestingly</span>, that same day, I sat down with my summer internship supervisor as he invited me to consider pursuing a year-long internship in the later childhood department at <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20">CCV</span> (AZ). He described some of the benefits of a year-long internship and shared his insight for future job <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21">possibilities</span> (not promised, of course). Knowing my plans with Adam, he offered his prayers for the decisions that lie ahead.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Money. Marriage. Jobs. Moving. </span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Decisions. </span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">While trying to discipline myself to "give it [my decisions] to God in prayer," I often think about the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22">conversations</span> that I've shared with people concerning the differences and <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23">similarities</span> between teaching in public school and in a "church setting." I often argue that my passion to teach in public school allows all children, especially those who don't go to church, to be loved, encouraged, and taught by someone whose heart belongs to Jesus.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Yet, as wonderfully <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24">evangelistic</span> as this motivation is, I can't help ignore my still existing, prominently strong fascination with "ministry." There's no doubt that I'm </span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">most</span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"> passionate about speaking to children and students, and dare I say, I'm </span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">good </span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">at it. I've taken a serious interest in studying speakers' techniques and advice, and upon each opportunity, seek to improve what I hold true as a God-given gift. In fact, I find it incredible that at this Arizona internship </span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">alone </span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">I have been encouraged by countless adults, teenagers, and children with my gift of speaking. I have kids rushing the stage to give me high-fives after I'm speaking. I over-hear 2<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25">nd</span>-6<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26">th</span> grade boys <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27">reenacting</span> the stories that I tell on stage. Boys! I've offered speaking and group-management advice to high school leaders, and they've loved it and passed it along to their friends. Staff members in the children's department have joked about "bringing me on staff" or have initiated <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28">conversation</span> about considering future <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29">possibilities</span> within the field. Usually, I find myself storing these memories in my heart, then brushing them off as, " these people are just saying nice things!" </span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">I'm beginning to really be convinced though, that it's all to bizarre to </span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">not </span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">involve God.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Decision time. All prayers are so deeply appreciated!</span>Melissa:http://www.blogger.com/profile/14511891706154870807noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3505066619835280370.post-31776722855304237962009-07-08T20:25:00.006-04:002009-07-08T20:34:05.023-04:00Kids Say the Darnest Things!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGlOd4UXxE1H2jCEy5c1nhSstr4diV0bc43-4Bdb5BtMXa5spxRRCT0_KbG9dTeihrbuEHnf2vdtVy569ebnatAWrKwLs0-Kp_8hBKSYp42wwXFK1OK_1WEeJGJ81fOWoqbDQE00afG4vp/s1600-h/images.jpg"><span style="color:#000000;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356251670664919826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 265px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 211px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGlOd4UXxE1H2jCEy5c1nhSstr4diV0bc43-4Bdb5BtMXa5spxRRCT0_KbG9dTeihrbuEHnf2vdtVy569ebnatAWrKwLs0-Kp_8hBKSYp42wwXFK1OK_1WEeJGJ81fOWoqbDQE00afG4vp/s320/images.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="color:#000000;"><br /></span><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3odHTMTJbBeFDk-XF7hGunEHgpQHJXQYVQRLbY6m4AqyFxEPLpIL8f5fiQdJnGh2lMWixYJ_yklDvIkIec_QAZHEB_2nlZhRJ0kuh89_rDNxXoW5GQu1iTfwBNYzjXu_N7xLSRG0l-US7/s1600-h/kids2.jpg"></a><span style="color:#000000;">One of my favorite things about children's ministry is listening to kids' responses to questions. </span></div><div><span style="color:#000000;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="color:#000000;">Just two weeks ago, I was leading a small group for 2nd and 3rd graders, and just after talking about John 3:16, I asked if there were any questions. One girl raised her hand and asked, "Is Santa real?"</span></div><div><span style="color:#000000;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="color:#000000;">Below are a few answers to kids' responses that Jeri (the other children's intern) and I organized for a recent website update. Whereas I marvel at the complexity of some answers (these students are all in 6th grade), I can't help smile at the innocence and simplicity in others. I hope that you enjoy reading them as much as I did!<br /></span></div><div><span style="color:#000000;"><br /></span></div><p><span style="color:#000000;"><strong>How has God changed your life? </strong><br /></span></p><ul><li><span style="color:#000000;">God has changed my life. I got bit by a pit bull (Personally, I think this was the devil's work) But God saved me to where I only got 2 stitches on my face and about 3-4 cuts instead of ripping off my cheek. </span></li><br /><li><span style="color:#000000;">I am not proud of a lot of the things I have done but God has helped me get over and helped clear all of my sins. If it wasn't for God I don't know if I would be here right now. If </span></li><br /><li><span style="color:#000000;">I wasn't close to God I wouldn't have gotten this far in my life. God has saved me! </span></li><br /><li><span style="color:#000000;">God has changed my life by giving me Melody, my 8 year old sister. I would have been a pretty boring kid if it weren't for God. He has brightened my life. </span></li></ul><p><span style="color:#000000;"><strong>How have you seen God change someone else's life?</strong><br /></span></p><ul><li><span style="color:#000000;">I have seen God change my dad's life so we can be a family now. </span></li><br /><li><span style="color:#000000;">God changed my mom's life. She was smoking 3 packs a day. </span></li><br /><li><span style="color:#000000;">Like I had a bully, he was mean to me. I told my teacher I needed to go to the bathroom. She said yes. When I was in the bathroom I didn't have to go but I prayed for him. When it was lunch he started to be nice and played basketball with me. To me that was kind of weird! </span></li><br /><li><span style="color:#000000;">God changed my dad when God spoke to me and my mom. We kept on seeing scriptures on adoption. But when we told my dad he was very against it. So every night me and my mom prayed. One day my dad came home from work and filled out all the papers for the adoption.<br /><strong></strong></span></li></ul><p><span style="color:#000000;"><strong>What's the difference between someone who knows God and someone who doesn't know God?</strong> </span></p><ul><li><span style="color:#000000;">The difference of someone knowing God and someone who doesn't know God is that if you know the Lord your life is complete. You know how to live your life and you know who loves you most. If you don't know God, your life is a whole question. Who created you? Who made this land? Who loves you most of all? You don't know how to take control. That's the difference!<br /></span></li><li><span style="color:#000000;">People who don't know God have a hole in their heart. They don't have a meaning or purpose in life. They feel empty and end up doing wrong things to cover it up. People who do know God know why they were put in this world. They feel like their lives are important for God's work. They love life and they love Christ.<br /></span></li><li><span style="color:#000000;">The difference is that non-believers cuss and they don't go to Heaven, and that is why He has us take them to church.</span></li></ul><p><span style="color:#000000;">I wonder, what would <strong>your </strong>answers be to these three questions? Would they be as entertaining as a 6th grader's?</span></p>Melissa:http://www.blogger.com/profile/14511891706154870807noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3505066619835280370.post-75568233984186448062009-07-07T23:29:00.002-04:002009-07-07T23:30:37.434-04:00Animal Lover<a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxcS-b3Y42gMWXOrlGqhyphenhyphenAbfPr55NSLwswL_J3JyWvJmKZooaVmPptKIkD2lV5QHr_uieW4XdsSigEG6Ta2VPIJTN4DHZpj7YzfbDAD7xpKV1bAdy9rvpvyzA4VluV0QdcYzPagjvh3QOw/s1600-h/DSCN2486.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxcS-b3Y42gMWXOrlGqhyphenhyphenAbfPr55NSLwswL_J3JyWvJmKZooaVmPptKIkD2lV5QHr_uieW4XdsSigEG6Ta2VPIJTN4DHZpj7YzfbDAD7xpKV1bAdy9rvpvyzA4VluV0QdcYzPagjvh3QOw/s320/DSCN2486.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355525058004257282" border="0" /></a> <span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">For the past few days, my host family here in Peoria, AZ has been on vacation visiting family in Texas and New Mexico. While they've been gone, they've asked me to take care of their pets (2 dogs, 1 rabbit, and 1 bird), in addition to maintaining the house in a few minor ways (watering the plants, collecting the mail, etc.). While I was extremely excited for their return on Tuesday (it's scary to stay in a big house by yourself in a state thousands of miles from "home"), I realize that I've learned a lot by spending these few days "living on my own."</span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"> </span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Not that I haven't lived on my own before...well, sort of. For my last two years at college, I lived in an apartment. Although, then, I lived with three of my friends, minimal </span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">responsibilities</span></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">, and </span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">definitely </span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">no pets.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">I am definitely not an animal lover.<br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Don't get me wrong, I grew up with pets. Cats, dogs, cat-fish, tadpole, we had many. Ever since I was old enough to understand the time, commitment, and MONEY that owning a pet requires however, I've very strongly expressed my desire to NOT have pets "when I grow up."</span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"> </span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">House-sitting and having the </span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">responsibility</span></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"> for the food and care of a few animals</span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"> <span style="font-style: italic;"><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">independently</span></span></span></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">, especially dogs, has absolutely reinforced my distaste for owning animals.</span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"> </span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">I simply don't have the patience.</span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"> </span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">I know that my lifestyle will be one (it already is) in which it's not a priority of mine to carve out the time for pets (to play with them, give them attention, etc.). While my host family isn't here to entertain the dogs, each day when I return home from work, I'm greeted by two excited dogs with toys in mouths ready to chase </span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Frisbees</span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">, to eat snacks, and to be </span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">loved. </span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">(Or so we assume.) Frustrated because they </span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">always </span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">seem to block the doorway so perfectly, I yell to them, "I just don't love you as much as your family does!"</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Sunday</span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"> night, rushing out the door from these two [dogs] once again, I attended the High School Service here at </span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">CCV</span></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">, in which a message was delivered by one of the staff about being "made" by God. </span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">He boldly shared that God has created us so that he can </span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="font-weight: bold;">love us.</span> </span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">We are the only creations that he has crafted that can </span><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="font-style: italic;">feel </span></span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">and </span><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">return </span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">love. </span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">He said, "...not the mountains, not the sea, not the animals. You may love your dog, but your dog doesn't love you. He only follows you around because he wants food. God created you because He loves you and </span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">you can love Him back</span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">."</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Ha! All you animal lovers are </span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">wasting your time!</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Part of me adored the message because I felt validated for my numbness towards animals. Why put effort into loving something that wasn't created to </span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">return love</span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">? An even bigger part of me marveled at the truth that God's created humans </span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">because</span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"> He desires </span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">to love </span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">and </span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">to be loved. </span> <span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">But then I wondered, "So why do I feel so darn guilty when I put up the 'doggy fence' to block the dogs from bothering me, knowing that </span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">no one</span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"> has played with them in days? Are we </span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">really </span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">the only creations that can </span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">love?</span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"> </span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">If animals have the mental capacity to be trained for tricks and tasks, if animals can communicate by means of barks, growls, and rubs, </span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">why don't they have the capacity to express love? </span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">After all, why do these dogs choose to lay at my feet while reading, eating, or sleeping. Why do they chase me around the pool when I'm holding my breath underwater with a look of fear in their eyes? And why do they have to look so darn cute?</span> <span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><br /><br />Can animals love?</span> <span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><br /><br />And I thought people were confusing.</span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"> </span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">This is why I cannot own pets! There are too many questions that require expert advice and guidance. It's challenging enough trying to understand the mindsets of men and women so that I can better serve them. I've accepted that God is mysterious...<br /><br />But, pets?</span> <span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><br /><br /></span>Melissa:http://www.blogger.com/profile/14511891706154870807noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3505066619835280370.post-63232762769854739282009-07-06T18:09:00.008-04:002009-07-06T21:27:01.406-04:00California Adventure<a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmeghSTXzHF3sIGOlyVEkBhRAzlWFhMoIsBH3qOLNCxBnbFv2BfLpj4IsW8ESFEtjHaKhwGdJRgCb5eSd5PfJqM1_17xVol27vRlSPj9iNn9LRSTmgqSL5Fr7hyi02u68FFyJeMsXBbV60/s1600-h/DSCN2427.JPG"></a><br /><a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSoze2gB18rq96bdlxNrBTpqq02mtp7_hW9jBVdJKB0XbuszyzbT1dyaGCLWXU7tKi_imRJIoAFK5InypVpm6hofT9yrj0Iye5MrgQeEiDy427VUAjDXLxDhFovPHNbQ7i4hpXtsuLIpvR/s1600-h/DSCN2438.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSoze2gB18rq96bdlxNrBTpqq02mtp7_hW9jBVdJKB0XbuszyzbT1dyaGCLWXU7tKi_imRJIoAFK5InypVpm6hofT9yrj0Iye5MrgQeEiDy427VUAjDXLxDhFovPHNbQ7i4hpXtsuLIpvR/s320/DSCN2438.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355500669108222962" border="0" /></a> <span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">A few posts back, I mentioned that Adam, myself, and some friends would be venturing to the Grand Canyon. Unfortunately, because of 4th of July weekend, we weren't able to reserve a camp-site in time (as we were planning to hike down into the canyon and camp out over night). </span> <span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">We're still planning on hiking the canyon in a few weeks, but for our 4th of July celebration, we ventured to Huntington Beach in California instead! We both agreed that the trip was too short, but lucky for us, with a few connections in California, we'll be back soon! Adam's already posted about the trip (you can read his blog </span><a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" href="http://adamflora.com/">here</a><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">), but here are a few more pictures of our first California beach adventure!</span> <div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBcrorfaXx8uHZs-SCQYEsJGbAYwXo2Jh2xAW7RvLq-AR5wfSJPViH4I9nQRr5li2DqQZnKCPeqjqfj8pABZA4K2EmUXgDwDefYB99Szv6MkVkXHG_F6I-r9T_9ISm3Wi5Hpus2xPZ-9s9/s1600-h/DSCN2453.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBcrorfaXx8uHZs-SCQYEsJGbAYwXo2Jh2xAW7RvLq-AR5wfSJPViH4I9nQRr5li2DqQZnKCPeqjqfj8pABZA4K2EmUXgDwDefYB99Szv6MkVkXHG_F6I-r9T_9ISm3Wi5Hpus2xPZ-9s9/s320/DSCN2453.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355499708082600754" border="0" /></a>We're there! Huntington Beach, CA.<br />(Less than an hour from Disney Land!)<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAgEcG7pMehcsd_kK4tUzaT5_TU8ALeIbK18BiSjtSsPhqB7oHX4SXzb_MoXg6hXnVEaePT-wMCfX_4UO085dTuYz4eAY31cLJ_MaFlzUHnLzay_ORUueR8r9Y46Vcg4sP_xTWCtlmat10/s1600-h/DSCN2442.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAgEcG7pMehcsd_kK4tUzaT5_TU8ALeIbK18BiSjtSsPhqB7oHX4SXzb_MoXg6hXnVEaePT-wMCfX_4UO085dTuYz4eAY31cLJ_MaFlzUHnLzay_ORUueR8r9Y46Vcg4sP_xTWCtlmat10/s320/DSCN2442.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355500661862838322" border="0" /></a>My FIRST GLANCE at the Pacific Ocean! (Yes, we're still in the car. A picture was definitely necessary!)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLN_SVtWbHjWkHqPClf1rFxG2BKXOIALtVqRQ5bgbgstRPkkdaapCnWZHt3ZvxoscXZ8thbcgtTbp5-ko4rbiEM02i19coJDBRAB5FVFZDueP3NgKc78BCd-XqB21B0-3QZNhe93WLrJye/s1600-h/DSCN2443.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLN_SVtWbHjWkHqPClf1rFxG2BKXOIALtVqRQ5bgbgstRPkkdaapCnWZHt3ZvxoscXZ8thbcgtTbp5-ko4rbiEM02i19coJDBRAB5FVFZDueP3NgKc78BCd-XqB21B0-3QZNhe93WLrJye/s320/DSCN2443.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355500654172601794" border="0" /></a>The hotel where we stayed. Okay, just kidding. It's a random building across from the beach. It's gorgeous though. You definitely don't see this at the NJ shore!<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJZiQbtuoGGQTyg3pK1rgdqM-EJVKfx3s3R0QezemxWmUuqQ-LIrUsojYpHS5VenGnXtJy1ccXcrcWzTbVV4sC7GFIj7Baq9vpLtC-yHejB0Ki0utyaGhLQSG72s9ZFQBYu-gXKS8dxlOT/s1600-h/DSCN2445.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJZiQbtuoGGQTyg3pK1rgdqM-EJVKfx3s3R0QezemxWmUuqQ-LIrUsojYpHS5VenGnXtJy1ccXcrcWzTbVV4sC7GFIj7Baq9vpLtC-yHejB0Ki0utyaGhLQSG72s9ZFQBYu-gXKS8dxlOT/s320/DSCN2445.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355500672174971826" border="0" /></a>The beautiful beach! It was breezy, sunny, and 80 degrees. I promise you the sand feels (and looks) different than that on the NJ coast.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLD8l4D4AiBwhYCEh8SzV0swxmWvZwApnz37Q8BnEjh3PL7pfzQvDe-AH2pYNUrdTiaduES6yX6NoAkiMDZ-ZJVQU4EjdFAxwSdUe2Dd7HEQx1kp_GeUvLZ5Ncu457EkqPQxb4LQIYFSvg/s1600-h/DSCN2429.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLD8l4D4AiBwhYCEh8SzV0swxmWvZwApnz37Q8BnEjh3PL7pfzQvDe-AH2pYNUrdTiaduES6yX6NoAkiMDZ-ZJVQU4EjdFAxwSdUe2Dd7HEQx1kp_GeUvLZ5Ncu457EkqPQxb4LQIYFSvg/s320/DSCN2429.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355502591599606962" border="0" /></a>Okay, it's obvious that this isn't the beach. We passed these mountains on the way to Huntington, in California! They're GORGEOUS and HUGE..perhaps about 15,000 ft!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmeghSTXzHF3sIGOlyVEkBhRAzlWFhMoIsBH3qOLNCxBnbFv2BfLpj4IsW8ESFEtjHaKhwGdJRgCb5eSd5PfJqM1_17xVol27vRlSPj9iNn9LRSTmgqSL5Fr7hyi02u68FFyJeMsXBbV60/s1600-h/DSCN2427.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmeghSTXzHF3sIGOlyVEkBhRAzlWFhMoIsBH3qOLNCxBnbFv2BfLpj4IsW8ESFEtjHaKhwGdJRgCb5eSd5PfJqM1_17xVol27vRlSPj9iNn9LRSTmgqSL5Fr7hyi02u68FFyJeMsXBbV60/s320/DSCN2427.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355502582530286130" border="0" /></a>AND, to make the drive even more interesting...right near the giant mountains were HUNDREDS of WINDMILLS. These power MASSIVE AMOUNTS of energy. It was crazy seeing so many of them along the mountain range!<br /></div>Melissa:http://www.blogger.com/profile/14511891706154870807noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3505066619835280370.post-50365865777342407882009-07-01T00:57:00.005-04:002009-07-01T01:22:13.387-04:00Text Messaging Prayer Reminders?!<span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Over the past few months, I've been very particular when telling just </span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">anyone </span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">that I'll be praying for them whenever they share requests. As I've taken a true look at my prayer life, I've realized that I don't pray nearly </span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">half as much </span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">for people as I promise! </span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">"Oh, I'm praying for you!" How many times have we all heard that? Has anyone else other than me ever wondered, "Now, do they </span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">really </span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">mean that? How often are they really praying? How can they remember?"</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Unfortunately, I've become just a tad bitter to the idea of "praying for (so many) other people."</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Until now. </span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">Can I really get a text-message reminder to...pray?</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">I received an email today from one of the children's pastors at Christ's Church of the Valley here in Peoria. The emailed explained his similar frustration with not always being able to "keep his word" when promising to pray for others. he included a link to an interesting website that he found to help "organize" his prayers: Echo Prayer Manager.</span><br /><br /><a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiGRtQP3jg8W-CztGBVsXuSZdKnPUSdSG2epVXbgACRj0Vvb7g6mVuW7M9h-cjCphj_MPsfGnZ_wSOxteNAVC948M1vvhmlcnQuChhEXzvTT2VVsfaIqduGOPVteAlNwNXgafst1-Ccspi/s1600-h/echo.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 298px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiGRtQP3jg8W-CztGBVsXuSZdKnPUSdSG2epVXbgACRj0Vvb7g6mVuW7M9h-cjCphj_MPsfGnZ_wSOxteNAVC948M1vvhmlcnQuChhEXzvTT2VVsfaIqduGOPVteAlNwNXgafst1-Ccspi/s320/echo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353351567984092978" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">The site, Echo Prayer Manager, does just that: manages your prayers. Upon signing up, one can "submit" multiple prayer requests and set reminder times (repeated on a weekly basis) so that reminders can be sent via email or text message throughout the day to better help one manage praying for multiple people and/or issues. One can even submit journals, comments, and "answered prayer" notes so that the reminders can change and/or stop.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">As creator Ben Rugg describes on Echo Prayer's website, "It's pretty obvious the Bible calls us to pray for each other. James exhorts us to pray in all circumstances, Paul tells us to pray continually, and Jesus is an example even while he's on the cross (see James 5:13-18, 1 Thes 5:17, Luke 23:32-34). Echo is a tool to help you pray more diligently. Pray for your coworkers, your friends, your family, your church, your country, your issues. And thank God continually."</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">If you're interested, take a look at the </span><a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" href="http://www.echoprayer.com/front/welcome.php">website</a><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">...and sign up! It's neat to think that such a resource exists to strengthen our walk with Christ. Ben Rugg, you have used certainly used your talents to glorify God! As Ruggs write, <span style="font-weight: bold;">"Let's change the world. Let's pray for the people around us like we were meant to. And let's show the world that the one true God deserves all the glory."</span></span>Melissa:http://www.blogger.com/profile/14511891706154870807noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3505066619835280370.post-25933667042566450862009-06-30T00:02:00.011-04:002009-06-30T00:45:53.868-04:00Another Monday Adventure: Biosphere2<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDIfB3F035xqDOX_zxoetTGHW8rrVzXCTG9qYL3to2GQ_B3I88xZFIgpg3YjMJiMcHKVx6qTfpn-FtpibQPEZlMkyQuX0nZ_9LdbqjCRmEZ3oS1glDfOBRY68S8i3lB9wi7hfQcvgCvFFT/s1600-h/DSCN2349.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDIfB3F035xqDOX_zxoetTGHW8rrVzXCTG9qYL3to2GQ_B3I88xZFIgpg3YjMJiMcHKVx6qTfpn-FtpibQPEZlMkyQuX0nZ_9LdbqjCRmEZ3oS1glDfOBRY68S8i3lB9wi7hfQcvgCvFFT/s320/DSCN2349.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352976928808926354" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Every Monday, Adam and I try and go on an "adventure" that we've never done before and can </span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">only </span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">experience while we're out West here. Today, we ventured to Tucson, Arizona to visit the University of Arizona's Biosphere2.</span> <span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">This Biosphere2 (Biosphere 1 is our planet Earth) is the largest of its kind in the world. Within the glass structure (created to simulate environmental behavior without human interruption) there are 5 different natural habitats: savanna, coastal fog desert, tropical ocean, rain forest, and agricultural. It was quite an experience traveling from one area with 80% humidity to another with just 15% humidity (yet 95 degrees) within a matter of steps. The history of Biosphere2 is intriguing, especially facts on the September of 1991-September of 1993 experiment in which 8 researchers lived within the sphere without leaving </span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">once </span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">for a span of</span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="font-weight: bold;"> two years.</span></span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="font-weight: bold;"> </span></span> <span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Take a look at the pictures! We really had a blast. I'm blessed that I get to share my life with someone who loves </span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">adventure</span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"> so much. Speaking of, this week should be a short week, as we leave Thursday for the Grand Canyon! If you're interested in learning more about Biosphere2, check out the </span><a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" href="http://http//www.b2science.org/">website!</a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjH2L2_Uw9QYoXOTx58OI10TexGtZAVFbZqs1e4fRuF6j5Z4CV0pke9lAa9_785v7BpvjNAMmcmz3Rtvrg7o9q_G9t9bBvsWXOhwJFvyC4WSd8k_McYUIAeUAIzm59i4W9JPV6BOmRRdaut/s1600-h/DSCN2358.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjH2L2_Uw9QYoXOTx58OI10TexGtZAVFbZqs1e4fRuF6j5Z4CV0pke9lAa9_785v7BpvjNAMmcmz3Rtvrg7o9q_G9t9bBvsWXOhwJFvyC4WSd8k_McYUIAeUAIzm59i4W9JPV6BOmRRdaut/s320/DSCN2358.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352972998209837474" border="0" /></a><a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizeGJAnm3JwhWK1Ip-M3Iwuih2Vsv4-RvCTyy9WOHP6E46sNy6X_6lJ-XwoUkqjSyvUlIa8llWj55Js0pfyjMmipkUqUYtnyy66u7_XtggZA1BarSlOBDDydMC0N-RRaHY3q2xkW1tlMR2/s1600-h/DSCN2356.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizeGJAnm3JwhWK1Ip-M3Iwuih2Vsv4-RvCTyy9WOHP6E46sNy6X_6lJ-XwoUkqjSyvUlIa8llWj55Js0pfyjMmipkUqUYtnyy66u7_XtggZA1BarSlOBDDydMC0N-RRaHY3q2xkW1tlMR2/s320/DSCN2356.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352971445786677650" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Above: Biosphere2 from an </span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">outside </span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">view. The structure is completed composed from glass and steel rods to allow the sunlight to stimulate and sustain growth. It's mind-boggling!</span> </div> <div style="text-align: center;"><a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIcRBlji50pY25fiTdoZuoU1M9-LhYneqraITtFu9L5XFhTjyrEsSk4duc06uuLgCARU4aUl9lOOuem_lprCCp01_gwNVhyphenhyphen66iaUOK3SOW5caEAV6yhyphenhyphenCVxPIJTXTzOONV3CHyY67XSnr1/s1600-h/DSCN2381.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIcRBlji50pY25fiTdoZuoU1M9-LhYneqraITtFu9L5XFhTjyrEsSk4duc06uuLgCARU4aUl9lOOuem_lprCCp01_gwNVhyphenhyphen66iaUOK3SOW5caEAV6yhyphenhyphenCVxPIJTXTzOONV3CHyY67XSnr1/s320/DSCN2381.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352971452961937986" border="0" /></a> <a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdGD_QyYctuTbpR5-4NqWFxohrn7bmvMS6tU2qXewu1vXseluV0BMZwqxFycQZM9qlbbIxMngD_0bK06MIp89oUmJGsF3cGCEsAXprwqcRjyvCcT1jBMWudl59zBwCfOrexX-H2GZr05Wm/s1600-h/DSCN2388.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdGD_QyYctuTbpR5-4NqWFxohrn7bmvMS6tU2qXewu1vXseluV0BMZwqxFycQZM9qlbbIxMngD_0bK06MIp89oUmJGsF3cGCEsAXprwqcRjyvCcT1jBMWudl59zBwCfOrexX-H2GZr05Wm/s320/DSCN2388.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352971444472919586" border="0" /></a> <a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_WBghYfQr4dfAjG4b1TXi4l3o908izJXie19Wxu8xpmIMSjQW1QG-_MUKSKluYBYaE1RaZQZAhpoZ3VP9gub_X8_ZxjUDgNf2BQS5UjI0HvRY41znfGn3xVbkIi6TkcEuaKTlUWcE3e5A/s1600-h/DSCN2370.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_WBghYfQr4dfAjG4b1TXi4l3o908izJXie19Wxu8xpmIMSjQW1QG-_MUKSKluYBYaE1RaZQZAhpoZ3VP9gub_X8_ZxjUDgNf2BQS5UjI0HvRY41znfGn3xVbkIi6TkcEuaKTlUWcE3e5A/s320/DSCN2370.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352973009037913266" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Above: Pictures of a few of the different types of atmospheres, including ocean, rain forest and savanna.</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkWjIv665zkdP5fmBowymrUZVCVsNqfIQJEpP-8ylh2SSZbYyiUF9iBXnhMZOxtdfo7Eg_G7U44n8fTzxkTFu9aiwVbPMbTBezXhdp8zhCmn-sAgvYUUFndjQNC6FuMXrGmH0YR-dKbhMi/s1600-h/DSCN2407.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkWjIv665zkdP5fmBowymrUZVCVsNqfIQJEpP-8ylh2SSZbYyiUF9iBXnhMZOxtdfo7Eg_G7U44n8fTzxkTFu9aiwVbPMbTBezXhdp8zhCmn-sAgvYUUFndjQNC6FuMXrGmH0YR-dKbhMi/s320/DSCN2407.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352973004014751026" border="0" /></a><a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFYQWXlb5SG1TBpeV_rAsURUTGNItAqJVPeivJPofTD3xLtAeCuYAl_d0L64jAtJJq9b7FFWI-4GW6_wYD-0ruAbClgDomP_Mfc0quXRGMIoU9zCChoi7Wz5PpfBSAojqnk4ufv3AdO5Ug/s1600-h/DSCN2357.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFYQWXlb5SG1TBpeV_rAsURUTGNItAqJVPeivJPofTD3xLtAeCuYAl_d0L64jAtJJq9b7FFWI-4GW6_wYD-0ruAbClgDomP_Mfc0quXRGMIoU9zCChoi7Wz5PpfBSAojqnk4ufv3AdO5Ug/s320/DSCN2357.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352972999324397778" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Above: Biosphere2 is snuggled within Tuscon's Santa Catalina Mountain Range. What a view!</span></div>Melissa:http://www.blogger.com/profile/14511891706154870807noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3505066619835280370.post-61179001101167124722009-06-27T14:38:00.005-04:002009-06-27T17:28:49.408-04:00One Month Down, One Month to Go!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqSIPkfhpdFvgvXxHv4C_EUDyLNHcxpCdNgafttNN7UfwYmK1gyVy-A2XF4X6pfXLH_0_DYKVz3-HEg5mRs1vWlpE-Fr1UmmmSSNni87-44JGl4aPZ0C73jp4q-C-xhujZ38tFsD-l9igm/s1600-h/4315_1100396678034_1470180084_30466913_931916_n.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqSIPkfhpdFvgvXxHv4C_EUDyLNHcxpCdNgafttNN7UfwYmK1gyVy-A2XF4X6pfXLH_0_DYKVz3-HEg5mRs1vWlpE-Fr1UmmmSSNni87-44JGl4aPZ0C73jp4q-C-xhujZ38tFsD-l9igm/s320/4315_1100396678034_1470180084_30466913_931916_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352122478252650546" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">I can't believe that the month of June is almost over! One month has seemed to go a lot quicker than I imagined when saying goodbye to my family before taking flight back to Arizona. After July, Adam and I will only be out here until August 8th, and then we start trekking back across the country to return home. </span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Since we're pretty settled in now, let me share with you all who are used to seeing us so frequently our "somewhat weekly schedule" of how time passes so quickly around here!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Mondays:</span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"> </span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Mondays</span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"> are beautiful. They are the only days that we get </span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">completely </span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">off, start to finish. Usually Adam and I will try to venture to some place "new" on a Monday. Whether it be somewhere close like the Phoenix Zoo or a friend's pool or somewhere a bit more adventurous like Sedona, we thoroughly enjoy our Mondays to regroup from the hectic weekends. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Tuesdays-Fridays</span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">: The remaining days of the week are "office days." During these days, Adam, I, and the CCV Family Ministries staff will head into the office from roughly 8:30am-5pm each day. Here we connect with volunteers through phone calls, emails, and personal luncheons. Frequently, we'll complete pre and post summer camp work, and attend dozens of meetings to establish plans for upcoming weekends, series, and events. If we're lucky, we get </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Tuesdays-Fridays each off their own special occasion. </span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">On </span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Tuesdays, </span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Adam's host family, the Simpsons (yes, the television family, you're all so wise) provide a "family dinner" for any intern that isn't from Arizona. It's always fun to join with 7-9 other people to celebrate life together. These dinners are </span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">always </span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">fun-and the food is wonderful, too! </span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Wednesdays </span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">are often a day when I tackle "1:1s" (personal meetings with individual staff members) over lunch and/or coffee breaks. I'll admit, these trips are my </span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">favorite</span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">-after all, how can one be in ministry and </span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">not </span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">love to socialize.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">On </span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Thursdays</span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">, all the summer and year long interns at CCV (total there are roughly 15) gather together for "Leadership Institute" class at 8:45am. The classes are always a wonderful way to start off the day, and the topics, whether discussing organization, spiritual development, or theology, are helpful for our leadership skills. </span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Finally, </span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Fridays </span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">always come as a relief, and much to Adam and my enjoyment, it's "date night." Establishing some time for us two to spend together out to dinner, watching a movie, or exploring a new date idea is important as we're constantly busy between church services, outreach events, and individual schedules. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Saturday-Sunday: </span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">And finally, the WEEKEND! These are the moments we work for! CCV has services both on Saturday nights (4:30pm + 6:15pm) and Sunday mornings (9:30am + 11:15am), so naturally, you can see where MUCH of our time is spent. It's here though that Adam and my schedule differ, too. </span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><br /><br />Saturday </span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">mornings are nice and relaxing. I'll immediately change into my bathing suit, usually spend some time "working out" on the Wii Fit (oh, yea!), and enjoy much time lounging around the pool, reading, and spending time with my host family. It's a real Sabbath-at least for a bit. Around 3pm, I'm off to work-to church-getting ready to prepare for the evening services. After serving at both 4:30pm and 6:15pm, I'll often meet Adam and some friends for dinner, (we get free "cafe passes" if we work all four services) where we'll stay until about 9pm at night. (It's a genius idea for building community at church-everyone does it!) </span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><br /><br />Sundays </span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">are similar, as I'm back at work by 9am, often finishing by 1pm, just in time to head back to my host family's house for a special "Sunday dinner." Together, usually around 1:30pm or so, we feast to a FANTASTIC MEAL and enjoy each other's company for some time. Afterwards, around 3:30pm or so, Adam heads off to High School ministry, where he's committed with service and post-service activities until 10pm or so. Sometimes I choose to join (the after-parties are quite fun), although other times, it's nice to relax a bit after the weekend frenzy.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">And then, it starts all over! The weeks are exhausting, but with set days to celebrate "Sabbath," it's easy to keep up our much needed energy. Sometimes it takes getting away from "home" for a bit to appreciate how to discipline your time for your best efforts.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">One month down, one month to go! It's shocking. The summer is flying, and it doesn't help; we're enjoying ourselves and learning so much! We know that it's safe to say that we're confident that this is where we needed to be this summer. </span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Stay posted for a schedule of upcoming trips, including one to the GRAND CANYON this Thursday, July 2nd-4th! </span>Melissa:http://www.blogger.com/profile/14511891706154870807noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3505066619835280370.post-32378393099520069782009-06-26T00:57:00.009-04:002009-06-26T01:40:47.707-04:00Transformation Groups<span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Here at CCV Arizona I've quickly gotten involved with a great small-group like ministry called Transformation Groups. Each Friday, two interns, one children's ministry staff and myself meet for lunch to discuss personal accountability, spiritual growth, and development. </span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Thus far, the group has been an incredible opportunity to discipline my daily morning scripture readings, discuss biblical questions and insights, and share praises and struggles with a few women. </span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Here a few facts about "T-Groups" that I grabbed off CCV's website. Take a look, it may need to be the next step you need to make in your journey with Christ!</span><br /><br /><a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtJ7ZnwRbb38VRAiZT-mkPrpLAS7unxhqGF_ShluCOlu9_PjTtAO-8D3UAKMhn71J_yY38pLVM0e7M7FhzDEaeG76ShAkJ4jNV3EnXkFAYKFiPfcYDv45h0bn1S0APDzqneOMbVSSuWyFt/s1600-h/tgroups_SubB.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 362px; height: 93px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtJ7ZnwRbb38VRAiZT-mkPrpLAS7unxhqGF_ShluCOlu9_PjTtAO-8D3UAKMhn71J_yY38pLVM0e7M7FhzDEaeG76ShAkJ4jNV3EnXkFAYKFiPfcYDv45h0bn1S0APDzqneOMbVSSuWyFt/s320/tgroups_SubB.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351497964009595154" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">What is a Transformation Group? </span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"> If you want to go deeper, then a T-Group is perfect for you. A T-Group is made up of three to four people, all of the same gender, who meet weekly for personal accountability for their spiritual growth and development. The goal is to become like Christ and also help others become spiritual disciples who can in turn reproduce others. Groups that have four participants should start to look at starting two new groups.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"> * It meets weekly for approximately one hour</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"> * It is not co-ed, but gender specific</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"> * It uses the Bible as the only curriculum</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"> * A leader gives direction to the group</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"> * Leadership may be rotated within the group</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"> * Multiplication is expected</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"> * T-group is not a replacement for participation in a Neighborhood group (small groups, similar to CCV PA's "home teams")</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">If you're interested in more information about T-Groups, view a downloadable brochure from <a href="http://www.ccvonline.com/Arena/default.aspx?page=13210">CCV's website</a>. This brochure shares what is accomplished in T-Groups, what the three main tasks are, and even includes a list of accountability questions! You don't have to be a member at CCV Arizona to pursue spiritual development with a few close friends. If you feel a conviction to get something started, pray about it and see where it leads! It won't be a journey that you'll regret!</span>Melissa:http://www.blogger.com/profile/14511891706154870807noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3505066619835280370.post-44190885571863717162009-06-15T01:17:00.009-04:002009-06-15T01:49:43.410-04:00First Speaking Weekend!<meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"><meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 11"><meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 11"><link style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CMJ%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"><link style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" rel="Edit-Time-Data" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CMJ%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_editdata.mso"><!--[if !mso]> <style> v\:* {behavior:url(#default#VML);} o\:* {behavior:url(#default#VML);} w\:* {behavior:url(#default#VML);} .shape {behavior:url(#default#VML);} </style> <![endif]--><span style="font-size:100%;"><o:smarttagtype style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" namespaceuri="urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" name="State"></o:smarttagtype><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;">My voice is soar and I'm exhausted, but boy, has this past weekend been a joy!</span>
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<br />For four services (two on Saturday night and two on Sunday morning), I taught the message in the 2nd/3rd grade classroom. (Classroom is an understatement, these rooms are MASSIVE!)
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<br />Before speaking, I pried around the children's department at CCV to get a better understand of the history of women's speakers for large group. History: there is none, at least for the past few years. All of the "pastors" in children's ministry from 2nd-6th grade are men, and as far as the teaching rotation, I was told that there have been no women who have voiced a desire to teach. "Perhaps women feel inadequate of teaching at that level or feel that they're too much of a mom to relate to the students in large group," one woman shared with me. "Nonetheless, besides an intern or two, there hasn't really been any women teaching on stage."</span> <span style="font-size:100%;">
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<br />Interesting.
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<br />When I stepped into the run-through rehearsal, I was not alone as a "newbie" for speaking. That weekend, two other male speakers, one for 4th/5th grade and one for 6th grade were also speaking for the first times. Although I was a bit comforted by the company, I couldn't ignore the nerves that I felt for speaking at a new place, to a new crowd, with new expectations, regulations, and procedures.</span> <span style="font-size:100%;">
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<br />Nerves? Me?</span> <span style="font-size:100%;">
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<br />Not for long.
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<br />Some favorite feedback, conversations, and memories included:</span> <span style="font-size:100%;">
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<br />1. Receiving positive commentary from the children's staff during run-through. I was told that for my first time, I did a great job. Even better, afterward, I was able to collect some tips from some of the male pastors and programming team, which helped me animate my stories even more. After speaking with the staff, I was encouraged and inspired to be goofy with the lesson so to connect with the kids while having killer teaching moments.
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<br />2. Receiving a number of positive comments from students, "You were awesome!" or "You're so funny!" or "Are you really from <st1:state st="on"><st1:place st="on">Pennsylvania</st1:place></st1:state>?" Even some of the little boys wanted to give me high-fives! (I'm always touched when boys can enjoy my teaching, too. That way I'm comforted that I can connect with both genders!)
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<br />3. Having a mom approach me to ask, "Are you the young girl who taught for the 2nd/3rd grade services this weekend? My high school boy volunteers in that room and he told me that a 'young girl taught today. She was really good and really funny. She did a great job!'" (Best of all, this boy told his mom that he thought that I was in high school, too! No matter, any time that I can connect with a high school boy during a children's class is a success to me!)</span> <span style="font-size:100%;">
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<br />Needless to say, I'm extremely excited to speak again for both the 4th/5th grade services and the 6th grade services. I am so grateful for the staff that is investing in us interns so that we can better share the gospel. There are so many people here that are skilled speakers and teachers; it's so inspiring! I can't wait to spend some more time with these gifted people to continue learning.
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<br />Below are two more pictures of the children's building (3yrs-6th grade). I apologize for not posting these earlier! More pictures to come!</span></p> <p style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEip639LR3vmO9rvZyu4Y5UWBg4aEwfdwknxg1jvJvYdm8oHygqUh8sdxGqZ5EtG42GsWBcNwGW2oL_WAR3-OeBCnmNVm4bmMUZHyxTUlAp7XYExVYMEXJf6AdA8b9pbfkxZWq-E03YrYCs9/s1600-h/DSCN2292.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEip639LR3vmO9rvZyu4Y5UWBg4aEwfdwknxg1jvJvYdm8oHygqUh8sdxGqZ5EtG42GsWBcNwGW2oL_WAR3-OeBCnmNVm4bmMUZHyxTUlAp7XYExVYMEXJf6AdA8b9pbfkxZWq-E03YrYCs9/s320/DSCN2292.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347426195570347570" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi34naeUe8UpcwU28mjELsWgD1VetbFLvnU_ZsXyeNArzN5O96AtvaDmULB4IXdYVeZzNqhr-8Nojk1xydnScOnDAebtMea2xd9el_AaKljBx7DYNzh67TdJ2eqaBSghVYejNwSYfUQQ05G/s1600-h/DSCN2295.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi34naeUe8UpcwU28mjELsWgD1VetbFLvnU_ZsXyeNArzN5O96AtvaDmULB4IXdYVeZzNqhr-8Nojk1xydnScOnDAebtMea2xd9el_AaKljBx7DYNzh67TdJ2eqaBSghVYejNwSYfUQQ05G/s320/DSCN2295.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347426211426660738" border="0" /></a></span></p> Melissa:http://www.blogger.com/profile/14511891706154870807noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3505066619835280370.post-11379760417776016092009-06-07T21:56:00.007-04:002009-06-07T22:52:23.345-04:00Strengths Finder Test<p><span style="color:#000000;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344779510576582770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 138px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinSdI5-zwIP2dWx30lI7wyKMBd5aDZ3nOlmW_96Ujp90VO5ZpX8xq9qlwOWh8gR5pltQgufGjVD5hsXRUq_S_jVTAAM0twtqAo7x_eOtEnnhBk7ardI7q-XhogS60mbZewwI-GwBETaACY/s320/0025-0805-2821-5266_clip_art_graphic_of_a_yellow_star_cartoon_character_flexing_his_arm_muscles.jpg" border="0" /><br /></span></p><span style="color:#000000;">As part of the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">CCV</span> internship training class, all interns are required to take the Clifton Strengths Finder Test, a web based assessment measuring an <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">individual's</span> top five "<span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">signature</span> themes." The online quiz can only be accessed with the purchase of Albert <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Winseman</span>, Donald Clifton, and Curt <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Lifesveld's</span> book <em>Living your Strengths. </em><br /><br />The book explains how to discover your God-given talents to inspire your community. In it, it describes the difference between strengths, talents, knowledge, and skill, in which a strength (the ability to provide consistent, near perfect <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">performance</span> in a given activity) is made up of talents, knowledge, and skill.<br /><br />While knowledge is "what you know through education or training," skills are "the basic ability to move through the fundamental steps of a task." Talents are "<span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">naturally</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">reoccurring</span> patterns of thought, feeling, or behavior that can be productively applied." <strong>Signature Themes </strong>are the five categories in which your talents are the greatest.<br /><br />The book lists 34 possible "<span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">Signature</span> Themes." Of them, your "'top five' are unique to you." In fact, one's strengths are so unique that the book boldly states that "your chances of meeting someone with your same Signature Themes, regardless of order, are <strong>less than 1 in 275,000.</strong> And, incredible as it may seem, there is only <strong>1 in 33 million</strong> <strong>chance</strong> that you will meet someone whose Signature Themes match yours and are in the same order."<br /><br />Below, I've included a list of the 34 possible themes.<br />My "top five" themes follow afterwards with a short description of each.<br /><br /><strong>34 Themes:</strong><br />Achiever, Activator, Adaptability, Analytical, Arranger, Belief, Command, Communication, Competition, Connectedness, Consistency, Context, Deliberative, Developer, Discipline, Empathy, Focus, Futuristic, Harmony, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">Ideation</span>, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">Includer</span>, Individualization, Input, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">Intellection</span>, Learner, Maximizer, Positivity, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">Relator</span>, Responsibility, Restorative, Self-Assurance, Significance, Strategic, Woo </span><p></p><p><strong><span style="color:#000000;">My Top Five (in order):</span></strong></p><strong></strong><ul><li><span style="color:#000000;"><strong>Discipline<br /></strong>Your world needs to be predictable. It needs to be ordered and planned. So you instinctively impose structure on your world. You set up routines. You focus on <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">timelines</span> and deadlines. You break long-term projects into a series of specific short-term plans, and you work through each plan diligently. You are not necessarily neat and clean, but you do need precision. Faced with the inherent messiness of life, you want to feel in control. The routines, the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">timelines</span>, the structure, all of these help create this feeling of control. Lacking this theme of Discipline, others may sometimes resent your need for order, but there need not be conflict. You must understand that not everyone feels your urge for predictability; they have other ways of getting things done. Likewise, you can help them understand and even appreciate your need for structure. Your dislike of surprises, your impatience with errors, your routines, and your detail orientation don’t need to be misinterpreted as controlling behaviors that box people in. Rather, these behaviors can be understood as your instinctive method for maintaining your progress and your productivity in the face of life’s many distractions. </span></li><li><span style="color:#000000;"><strong>Maximizer</strong><br />Excellence, not average, is your measure. Taking something from below average to slightly above average takes a great deal of effort and in your opinion is not very rewarding. Transforming something strong into something superb takes just as much effort but is much more thrilling. Strengths, whether yours or someone else’s, fascinate you. Like a diver after pearls, you search them out, watching for the telltale signs of a strength. A glimpse of untutored excellence, rapid learning, a skill mastered without recourse to steps—all these are clues that a strength may be in play. And having found a strength, you feel compelled to nurture it, refine it, and stretch it toward excellence. You polish the pearl until it shines. This natural sorting of strengths means that others see you as discriminating. You choose to spend time with people who appreciate your particular strengths. Likewise, you are attracted to others who seem to have found and cultivated their own strengths. You tend to avoid those who want to fix you and make you well rounded. You don’t want to spend your life bemoaning what you lack. Rather, you want to capitalize on the gifts with which you are blessed. It’s more fun. It’s more productive. And, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15">counterintuitively</span>, it is more demanding. </span></li><li><span style="color:#000000;"><strong>Futuristic</strong><br />“<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16">Wouldn</span>’t it be great if . . .” You are the kind of person who loves to peer over the horizon. The future fascinates you. As if it were projected on the wall, you see in detail what the future might hold, and this detailed picture keeps pulling you forward, into tomorrow. While the exact content of the picture will depend on your other strengths and interests—a better product, a better team, a better life, or a better world—it will always be inspirational to you. You are a dreamer who sees visions of what could be and who cherishes those visions. When the present proves too frustrating and the people around you too pragmatic, you conjure up your visions of the future and they energize you. They can energize others, too. In fact, very often people look to you to describe your visions of the future. They want a picture that can raise their sights and thereby their spirits. You can paint it for them. Practice. Choose your words carefully. Make the picture as vivid as possible. People will want to latch on to the hope you bring.</span></li><li><span style="color:#000000;"><strong>Developer</strong><br />You see the potential in others. Very often, in fact, potential is all you see. In your view no individual is fully formed. On the contrary, each individual is a work in progress, alive with possibilities. And you are drawn toward people for this very reason. When you interact with others, your goal is to help them experience success. You look for ways to challenge them. You devise interesting experiences that can stretch them and help them grow. And all the while you are on the lookout for the signs of growth—a new behavior learned or modified, a slight improvement in a skill, a glimpse of excellence or of “flow” where previously there were only halting steps. For you these small increments—invisible to some—are clear signs of potential being realized. These signs of growth in others are your fuel. They bring you strength and satisfaction. Over time many will seek you out for help and encouragement because on some level they know that your helpfulness is both genuine and fulfilling to you.</span></li><li><span style="color:#000000;"><strong>Achiever<br /></strong>Your Achiever theme helps explain your drive. Achiever describes a constant need for achievement. You feel as if every day starts at zero. By the end of the day you must achieve something tangible in order to feel good about yourself. And by “every day” you mean every single day—workdays, weekends, vacations. No matter how much you may feel you deserve a day of rest, if the day passes without some form of achievement, no matter how small, you will feel dissatisfied. You have an internal fire burning inside you. It pushes you to do more, to achieve more. After each accomplishment is reached, the fire dwindles for a moment, but very soon it rekindles itself, forcing you toward the next accomplishment. Your relentless need for achievement might not be logical. It might not even be focused. But it will always be with you. As an Achiever you must learn to live with this whisper of discontent. It does have its benefits. It brings you the energy you need to work long hours without burning out. It is the jolt you can always count on to get you started on new tasks, new challenges. It is the power supply that causes you to set the pace and define the levels of productivity for your work group. It is the theme that keeps you moving. </span></li></ul><p><span style="color:#000000;">I must admit that I don't necessarily agree with all of them. There are <em>definitely </em>others that I desire and that I believe could potentially fit as a "top 5" strength. Nonetheless, I can certainly learn from the above information, as well as that which is given in the book. It's a great resource for leaders. </span><a href="http://sf1.strengthsfinder.com/"><span style="color:#000000;">Browse the website </span></a><span style="color:#000000;">and check it out for yourself!<br /><br /><br /></span></p><p><span style="color:#000000;"></span></p>Melissa:http://www.blogger.com/profile/14511891706154870807noreply@blogger.com1