Wednesday, August 27, 2008

Could it get any worse?

It rained 40 days and 40 nights.  Well, not really, but it has rained so much that we are really experiencing flooding all over town. We arrived at school today and had to take off our shoes in order to WADE (no exaggeration) down the sidewalk. The RIVER that stood in front of my building was the next obstacle and therefore we remained barefoot. Once I deposited the children in their proper places, I went down to my classroom and began to prepare for the day. I didn't have a class first period. I did, however, have a of MANY that I seem to have in any given day.  I was trying to  go over a Teacher Improvement Plan with one of my teachers, discussing their steps for working on their goals, all to the percussion of the DOWNPOUR from the sky. Seemed like a squall! Then, as if it couldn't get any worse, the FIRE ALARM GOES OFF unexpectedly and the entire school has to be evacuated to wait on the fire truck.... the DOWNPOUR! There stood all the students completely soaked all the way to their underwear, I'm sure. Can't you just picture the chaos?

And no, we never did find out why.

The students returned to class and the teachers tried to gain some sort of control again while the weather kept getting worse. About the time we thought we might be back on track.....there was a tornado warning.  Unbelievable. we take the students out in the weather for the fire drill, or put them on the floor in the building for the tornado!!!??? In or out? Or as our Head of School says, "Burn or blow?"

So...."welcome back to school".  My oldest is coughing, sneezing, and can barely talk for the hoarseness. My husband is sick.  My youngest is getting over the coughing and sneezing.

I'm tired.

Is it Christmas yet?

Sunday, August 24, 2008

The Lord's Day

Today is the Lord's day. I woke up very early because I had to be at church before 8:00 am. I left everyone in my house asleep....and sick. Seems my oldest came down with swimmer's ear after practically living in the ocean and pool for 4 days.  My youngest has some strange virus that caused a horrible head cold.  Then there is my husband who began coughing, sneezing and moaning yesterday. I feel terrible for him. I guess he caught it from our youngest.  So, I tip-toe out of the house around 7:30 and go to church.

The pastor preached on Psalm 51 today.  It was David's heart-felt confession to the Lord. I've always thought this was a beautiful picture of brokeness and transparency before God. I am especially moved by the passage in verse 8:

8 Let me hear joy and gladness; let the bones you have crushed rejoice.

Sin had caused a deafness in David's soul. This is so evident on our culture today. So many suffer from depression....a type of depression that is a result of being lost in sin. I am not referring to clinical depression, but I am referring to depression caused by being so lost in sin that one cannot hear or feel joy. What a sad place to find oneself.

I was also moved by verse 14 and 15:

14 Save me from bloodguilt, O God, the God who saves me, and my tongue will sing of your righteousness. 15 O Lord, open my lips, and my mouth will declare your praise.

Our sin causes us to be unable to praise God. When we confess our sins and He cleanses us....our lips are "unsealed" and we are once again able to sing the praise of our Lord. When our prayer life seems stale, we should pray for God to reveal hidden sin in our life so that we may unlock the flow of praise that should flow freely from a righteous life.

I watched our pastor begin clapping during a song of praise this morning entitled, "Sing To The King". Clapping doesn't bother me when it is out of true joy and praise. It's the clapping without knowledge of what one is really singing about that bothers me.  I guess you'd call them the "beat-keepers."  Our pastor began clapping during a portion of the song that proclaimed, 

"Come let us sing a song, a song declaring we belong to Jesus.   He is all we need. 
 Lift now a heart of praise.  Sing now, with voices raised to Jesus.  Sing to the King!"

Our pastor doesn't always clap. So I guess that is why it struck me so today. He actually encouraged others to do the same and then spoke about our heart of praise.  He was also moved by the singing of "How Great Thou Art" today which is one of my all-time favorite hymns. As I accompanied this hymn I was meditating on the profound meaning behind the words:

"Then sings my soul, my Saviour God, to Thee, 'How Great Thou Art!' "

Do we really love Him that much that our very SOUL just HAS to sing?  We love Him so much that our soul cannot do anything but sing!

The pastor spoke about how many people don't get anything out of church today. They complain about the preaching, the music, and say that they just aren't getting anything out of it. He asked us "What did you put into the sermon this week? What did you put into your soul this week? Did you come expecting to meet God today?"

My Daddy always told the choir that very same thing many nights at choir rehearsals. We must come expecting to meet God, and God will bless us with something in the service even if things aren't the best.

So as I go throughout this week, I pray that I will meet God in all my circumstances because I have an expectation that He will be there.  I pray that my sin won't keep me from experiencing the blessings that God has in store for me....

so that God can unseal my lips to praise Him,
so that I can hear joy and gladness,
so that my soul can sing......"How Great Thou Art!"

Saturday, August 23, 2008

If you can't beat'em...

It has often been said..."If you can't beat'em....join'em" here I go.

I have thought many times that this blogging thing would fade out and people would find something else to do with their read a book. I do like to read. I actually love reading any spare minute I get. But I have recently taken to reading a few blogs on a regular basis and realized while doing it that it has become a daily habit. I don't know if this is a good thing yet or not...only time will tell. I don't know if anyone will ever read this or cares to, but I'm going to do it anyway so I can add another knotch on my "trying to be techy" to-do list.

I guess some people would say that blogging is for chatty people. Well I guess I fit that description, though sometimes I talk so much during the day that by the time I get home I don't really want to talk anymore. Typing seems like a much better option. Your mind is filled with things and if you don't want to say them out loud, "blogging" them out of your mind sounds like a great alternative. 

So some may ask why the blog is called "Planting Daisies"......well my Mother always said that you can plant daisies wherever you are, meaning that no matter your circumstances, no matter your physical location, no matter how bad things may seem to you at the time...planting daisies makes things seem a little better, a little more like "home" and it helps your spirit.

So...I'm planting daisies where I am these days.

It helps.

Mother is always right.