"The less we want the more we have. The simpler we make our lives, the more abundant they become." Janene Wolsey Baadsgaard
Sunday, July 18, 2021
50 years of wedded bliss for John and Joyce Holman!! June 25th -June 27th
Howe family reunion! June 20th - 24th
Holding hands with my man cub
Driving in Tucson without AC June 9th
Sunday, June 6, 2021
Lessons from funerals
In the past 2 months we have had 4 deaths in our Stake. These are three lessons I learned.
1) You never no when it will be your time to go.
2) Life is not fair but the judgement will be. Some people have had terrible childhoods, or have had terrible sorrow and loss. Their life circumstances will be judged a whole lot differently than those who have not had so many difficulties. President Lewis likened it to an Olympic score for diving or gymnastics, where athletes who have harder routines have higher scores and they will be compensated for their trials.
3)A husband spoke at his wife's funeral and spoke how he prayed for a miracle but knew that ultimately it was up to Gods will. He told of the Old Testament story of when Shadrach Meshach and Abednego were thrust into the fire for not worshipping idols they were told to denounce their God they responded with our God will deliver us BUT IF NOT we will not worship the idol. They were delivered but they accepted the fate before they new the outcome.
These funerals were surprisingly uplifting because of the lives these people lived and the knowledge that they will be reunited with family again.
First year teaching public school!
My last day of school finally arrived...this year has literally felt like a decade. Going from 9 hours of classroom time a week to 40 hours per week was.. extremely difficult. Going from a private school that I was in charge of including the ability to fire students who didn't follow school rules to having no ability to get rid of difficult kids was the biggest obstacle I never saw coming. The tears involved and frustration I felt can't be adequately described in a few short lines. I had 4 kids that rocked my world. They took the wind out of my sail. The 1st had anger and control issues. He had been in an abusive household and suffered from PTSD. He would rage for the slightest reason. I had him for months before the school finally invited him to attend solely online.The 2nd kiddo had ADHD he was a happy but uncontrollable boy. For months he bounced off the walls. Luckily his parents were involved had started him on medication. It helped greatly and his comprehension improved immensely. The 3rd little girl started out great and then a flip switched and she was ragey and so temperamental. She was defiant and aggressive. Her parents noted the change and worked with a counselor. It was touch and go till the rest of the year. Number 4 was my most challenging in a lot of ways. She did not obey, she had no concept of appropriate consequences and continued this behavior from 8am to 3pm Monday through Friday. It was relentless. An example. She ran to the bathroom and wasn't coming out. When she finally came out she was hiding something in her shirt. She wouldn't tell me what it was. Finally I looked and it was a water bottle full of yellow liquid. I asked her what it was she said she peed in the cup. I was horrified. I opened it up and it smelled like lemonade. I went into the bathroom and sure enough age had stolen my crystal light lemonade packet and had mixed the drink in the bathroom. This illustrates her behavior All. Day. Long.
I signed my contract in the spring when they said next year the class would not be more than 18 kids and when we thought we still had half days on Friday. Later they said oh classes will have about 25 kids and we will have early out days on Friday, which means schools ends at 2 not at noon....
I have committed to teach one more year and I will see if the first year was just difficult or if teaching itself is just extremely difficult. It's been a marathon that I was not prepared for. I wish I could say I'm hopeful for next year but it's a race I have run before and I know the sand that awaits.



























