sister recommended

a while ago my sister linked me to 365devotional online.
i have it bookmarked on my computer_ it's simple. starts with a prayer, a reading, application.. and the whole time, music [which you could keep on all day] peacefully serenading your quiet time.
Today it happened to have one of my favorite passages in Mark with Jesus and the disciples. _ the fig tree. Go on, check it out. you can thank my sister later.

a must listen.

new . album


two must sees

sign on the dotted line


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God's Handprints

today i laughed as i saw this scene:

a little girl with a cello strapped to her back,
sneaking under yellow caution tape to scribble her name in the wet cement that lay inches beyond her grasp. Almost falling in, i saw her snag at least one finger tip in the wet tablet.

smiling, i drove on.
I've always wanted to do that.
But how many times has that opportunity presented itself?
wet cement, calling out to you.. .
there all by itself, with no one watching??
rarely, i'm thinkin.

Minutes later, now blocks away, this idea bounced around in my mind.
.. .we all desire to create an imprint on the world,
: to influence.
:: to feel appreciated for our very existence.
daily this goes on. anywhere attention is found, people flock. whether it is positive or negative.

we, as christians, though are called to leave an imprint on the world for Christ. not for ourselves. we are simply_ but a mist here today then gone tomorrow. We must act as light:: and as Philippians 2:15 reminds us_ shine like stars in the universe as we hold out the Word of Life.
Our imprint should be that of the Cross, of Jesus' sacrifice. Announcing to any passersby that
:: : in Christ new life is found.

the light meets the dark

can't wait til their new album is out.

: when you come to where you're broken within :: the Light meets the dark.


miseries to melodies

someone special this past week reminded me of amy grant_ talking about her popular song, Thy Word. one of her best.
then today as i was driving home, i heard her voice on the radio, singing a new song.
[written by Sarah Hart]

We pour out our miseries, God just hears melodies.. .
'better than a hallelujah.'

yet the Lord longs to be gracious to you; he rises to show you compassion. For the Lord is a God of justice. Blessed are all who wait for Him!
Isaiah 30.18

the Lord is near to all who call on Him, to all who call on Him in truth. He fulfills the desires of those who fear Him; he hears their cry and saves them.
Psalm 145: 18.19


hiding charles stanley

i have a file on my computer at work entitled Radio notes.
it's a never completed work. i add on to it when my students are in their specials.

twice a week I have back to back preps, which means I have a lot of time in a quiet classroom:: time to correct papers, meet with my other team of fourth grade teachers. That hour and twenty minutes usually does fly by. Halfway through, I must pick up the little guys and transfer them from gym to spanish or music to spanish on thursdays.
That tends to cut the hour or so momentum as well. After all, lots can happen in the hallway when no teacher eyes are watching.

The time though that i do get to myself on the computer, i have uncovered an internet radio site [one of the few remaining unblocked by my school district]. The voice I immediately knew as his_ and through his sermons I have come to learn that Charles Stanley is the man.

Yes, I said it. I don't know what the contemporary Christian thought is on this man. Nor, honestly do I care. Much is said of _ pat robertson, joel osteen, jerry falwell and other well-known christian ministers. I'll listen to what people have to say, but ultimately it's my responsibility as a follower of Christ to determine if this person speaks of the truth of God.
Some do and unfortunately, others don't.

I've found it true that this man. Charles Stanley. speaks truth.
mondays and thursdays sometime around 10:15-11:40 you can find me at my computer, typing parent emails or lesson plans with Mr. Stanley preaching the Truth in my classroom. I have to be careful though, not to play it too loud or ... in case a student has forgotten their spanish folder, be prepared to switch it off. that bothers me but ... . nothing I can change about public schools.

I already had a student last week find a slip of paper with this typed on it:: How to be filled with the Holy Spirit. She discovered it on her desk. As I was cutting papers and prepping for small group on Tuesday, that one scrap ended up on her tabletop. She later questioned me, if everyone in the class got one or just her... . She's a good girl _ we giggled together and I told her it must have just found her way there, it was something for church I was working on.
i'm sure she headed home and immediately told mom she was learning about the Holy Spirit the next day.


at Your feet

Now to Him who is able to do immeasurably more than all we ask or imagine, according to his power that is at work within us, to him be glory in the church and in Christ Jesus throughout all generation, for ever and ever!
ephesians 3.20-21

haven't heard jack in a while.. .

and gosh did I miss him. Stumbled upon this on YouTube.
it makes me laugh every time.

who doesn't enjoy a little stiller vision every now and again.
doesn't this scene just make your cringe?
i'm screaming, "NOOoooo!" as i watch this scene yet again.
hysterical movie.

wordless wednesday except it's tuesday.


becoming Real.

Read the second sentence from each photo.
Valenteen is my teacher favrit book.

Yes, that is one of my little guys. Try to ignore the spelling and focus on the meaning. "velveteen" was the spelling word.

earlier in the week, i mentioned to my class that The Velveteen Rabbit was my very favorite book of all time. mentioned it just once. it's funny how the students who don't usually listen the first time, heard that. Three quarters of the kids used this idea as their context clue sentence for homework.

This book has a special home in my heart.
The illustrations and lyrical artistic way in which it is written.
without fail, i tear up every time i read it.

it seems just a simple story
the tale of how a little boy's love turns a velveteen rabbit into a real animal.

but it's not just a story about silly bunny with worn whiskers and ears.

it's the story of each of us
and how love awakens us.
makes us feel alive.
opens our eyes
and our souls

'Real isn't how you are made," said the Skin Horse. "It's a thing that happens to you. When a child loves you for a long, long time, not just to play with, but really loves you, then you become Real."

"Does it hurt?" asked the Rabbit.
"Sometimes," said the Skin Horse, for he was always truthful. "When you are Real you don't mind being hurt."

"Does it happen all at once, like being wound up," he asked, "or bit by bit?"

"It doesn't happen all at once," said the Skin Horse. "You become. It takes a long time. That's why it doesn't happen to people who break easily, or have sharp edges, or who have to be carefully kept. Generally, by the time you are Real, most of your hair has been loved off, and your eyes drop out and you get loose in the joints and very shabby. But these things don't matter at all, because once you are Real, you can't be ugly, except to the people who don't understand."

That night, and for many nights after, the Velveteen Rabbit slept in the Boy's bed. At first he found it rather uncomfortable, for the Boy hugged him very tight, and sometimes rolled over on him, and sometimes he pushed him so far under the pillow that the Rabbit could scarcely breathe. And he missed too, those long moonlight hours in the nursery, when all the house was silent, and his talks with the Skin Horse. But very soon he grew to like it, for the Boy used to talk to him, and made nice tunnels for him, under the bedclothes, that he said were like the burrows the real rabbits lived in.. . And when the Boy dropped off to sleep, the Rabbit would snuggle down close under his little warm chin and dream, with the Boy's hands clasped close round him all night long.

And so time went on, and the little Rabbit was very happy - so happy that he never noticed how his beautiful velveteen fur was getting shabbier and shabbier, and his tail coming unsewn, and all the pink rubbed off his nose where the Boy had kissed him.


Weeks passed and the little Rabbit grew very old and shabby, but the Boy loved him just as much. He loved him so hard that he loved all his whiskers off, and the pink lining to his ears turned grey, and his brown spots faded. He even began to lost his shape, and he scarcely looked like a rabbit any more, except to the Boy. To him he was always beautiful, and that was all that the little Rabbit cared about. He didn't mind how he looked to other people, because the nursery magic had made him Real, and when you are Real shabbiness doesn't matter.

i've gone and done it

so... prepare yourself.

it's once in a while you find the one and only.
the cream of the crop.
the best of the best.
here it is:: XochiTL

you know how you can NEVER find those chips you are served in Mexican restaurants? The ones that you could eat three and four and five bowls of::: That paper thin, salty crisp. Well i've found them. It's no wonder they are award winning.

I've even found a way to keep them fresh. a little weird but it works. the fridge. save room in the back, right next to the coronas and salsa.
a perfect chip for a perfect snack.


What can stand against?

my church is pretty blessed when it comes to our worship team, not to mention that the leader sounds exactly like Chris Tomlin... . and can play the piano, leaving the congregation in awe. I'm sure we will be singing this in the next few weeks. I've already had it on repeat in my apartment for hours.

Awesome in power _ our God!
God, you are HIGHER than any other... .

And if our God is for us,
then who could ever stop us?
And if our God is with us,
then what could stand against?

Let's start our day tomorrow with that thought.

What could stand against?
No weapon formed.


i heart teaching: reason #5

Before continuing on with our lessons of two digit divisors today, my class started preparation for the NJ ASK [the standardized test coming up in May]. Among the topics to be taught _ reading a thermometer.

It was one question out of 15 _ that's it. just one measly temperature multiple choice question, but seriously i have been laughing about it all afternoon.

Thermometers can be tricky, especially for 9 and 10 year olds. You don't know which way to go, up or down and then there are negative numbers?!??! Holy cow. So in my simplification of this I stated, "With thermometers, you have to read bottoms up."

Well, this apparently was a doozy! After a brief pause, of 'did she REALLY say that?' I can only guess what was going through those little minds... . . the entire class, exchanging glances of googly eyes, started HYSTERICALLY laughing. One boy, who is typically on his BEST behavior at every moment in the day screamed out, " EEEEEwwwh!!! That's disgusting@!?!?!"

Well, forget it. I was belly laughing for the next five minutes. Uncontrollably. I'm not sure what exactly they thought I truly meant. Probably something about THOSE kind of thermometers {we all know which ones those are... scan back through your horrific childhood memories, there's gotta be one of those in there}

After finishing off the afternoon, which we really couldn't recover from [because of continued silliness] I got home, started busying myself about and then ..... again, just the thought of his little face scrunched up, "EEEwwwH!". i began laughing again. Surely, my neighbors heard me and thought 'what a lunatic'.

Sometimes these kids ... these kids.. can't help but love 'em


cottage dreams

boy oh boy!!!
i linked and linked and clicked and then BAM!
Look what I found here.. .

just love finding inspirational, beautiful.. .wonderful blogs.
i mean just loooook at the header photo.
and the MUSIC
click below

tonight's a good night.



my mom used to buy me a wall calendar every Christmas.
you could always tell which present it was. Two skinny square packages sitting under the tree ... one for my sister, the other_ mine. Without fail, every December 25th. Except this past one. Now, I can't really complain considering I received the best present of all, this laptop I now am typing with.

The problem, though, with this missing present is quite troublesome.
Have you ever searched for a calendar in January or February??? [not good. not good at all.]

When you're shopping during the holidays there are stacks and shelves full of them, varying from cheesy baby angel ones all the way to lighthouses of the world. But it seems some poor Borders employee has the job of packing these all up once the first of January rolls around.

Nonetheless, I have been without a wall calendar in my kitchen coming on three months now. Actually, truth be told, I still have the old one up. I just picked my favorite month from last year and kept it on that.

Today, in an effort to solve this problem, I went on Daily Planner.com of which I'm a fan. But today, nothing caught my eye. On next to calendars.com.
It seems one needing a calendar would be sure to find one here.
And I'm close to a winner, I think.
Still not sure if this is the one. I'm at 50%.

As I was searching, I came across this one photo.
It looked as if it was stolen from my iPhoto library. Take a closer look at the bottom row. It's the very house I caught with my camera this past summer. Cute_ but too pink.
I much liked another.

I have been wanting to blog about this house since I arrived home last August from Martha's Vineyard. There is a little village of Gingerbread houses come to life in the CampMeeting Association. My dad explained it all to me as we drove round and round in awe at the houses. A small religious village with a worship area that it centered round. I'm forgetting the details now_but the details weren't really all that important.
This one house was.
I loved it.
The colors.
The woodwork.
But more important its name.


[res-pit] noun, verb,-pit·ed, -pit·ing.
a delay or cessation for a time, esp. of anything distressing or trying; an interval of relief: to toil without respite.

what if.. .



this lovely chose a branch just feet away from my front door.. .
until a noise scared him away. i do hope he returns.

::Pablo Picasso::


porch dreams

if i could make one wish for this summer_ it would be to get one of these for my porch. I don't even care if it is slowly falling to pieces.. . i'd like it even more.

then just add a glass of sweet tea in a Ball jar. that's what dreams are made of... .

follow me round and round


today was a fairytale

i had an epiphany of sorts today, as i was driving home and loving this song by taylor swift:

i'm caught in my own little fairytale world.. Nah _ not meaning everything is full of fancy, carefree and wonderful. i'm far from that. but everything that i gravitate toward seems to be fitting of a disney fairytale. I think i never grew out of that.

i'm the one at work who wears flowers in her heart.
just bought a skirt half made of tulle [an adult version of a tutu], glitter eyeshadow is almost an every other day thing. butterflies, ladybugs and white twinkle lights capture my attention in heartbeat.

and if i could get away with wearing a tiara everyday i would. not cause i think i'm a princess. not at all. just cause, well.. . it makes me feel special. is that silly?


but a little sparkle can cheer up even the dullest day.


can i join you in your House?

one of the reasons _ just one_ cause there are a whole lot _ why I LOVE House is the music.
embedded in the scenes of almost every episode is a song that tugs at your heart as much as the characters do. this was from last night. could have been a repeat. but i don't know the difference.
cause i just love House.


egg and bacon remix

can you ever go wrong with eggs?

and a side of risotto with feta and bacon
toss some black beans with capers and sun dried tomatoes on as well

getting to use leftovers {of risotto / bacon} makes this even easier

dinner done right

it's the small things.

i came home today to find two things on my stoop
::::: both of which i adore.

1: inside my mailbox slot was this.. Can you identify? My favorite store.. my favorite catalog. There are times when I receive it, i set it aside for another day.. purely just to delay the gratification. i have it waiting there for me, calling my name.

Click here: [this is what makes my heart race and my mind flutter with creativity.]

2:: I actually gasped when I saw this.. Remember now, those of us in New Jersey had two feet of snow Saturday. Look who's been hiding there all along.. .. It's a good thing I have a flash, I was scared I wouldn't be able to capture these little guys. Sooo very excited!!!?!?!?

The snow can't help but
wanna get in on the shot too.
Look at the bottom left corner.