Human Days

I stayed home from Bible study tonight; it's always a fight to make that decision, because I know the fellowship is important. The group really holds up my heart at times.

(A bunch of the crew on my birthday.)

But I'm learning to seek silent time. It's so hard to be still. To listen. To even plan as I should. Not because there isn't time (though sometimes there's precious little), but because it's hard to stop moving. Tonight, when I did, it was a stop of collapse. 

Wednesdays are long. We board the bus at 7 a.m., and often don't leave the school till about 5 p.m, depending on the staff meeting (at worse, we've arrived at our doorstep about 5:50 p.m. after a workday). The meetings vary by week, always starting and ending at different times, and they are not bound by an agenda. I play translator as best I can, bridging the gap between the Honduran and English staffs. I enjoy the challenge of translating, though sometimes afterwards my brain feels it's been left out in the sun too long.

(I'm listening to one of the Gospels online. My favorite description of Joseph of Arimathea comes from Mark: "Joseph of Arimathea, a respected member of the Council, who was also himself looking for the kingdom of God, took courage and went to Pilate and asked for the body of Jesus.")

As a school update, here's this: I brought cookies today, for my birthday, so I'm the best teacher ever! For a day at least. They've also begun learning a truncated version of "Deck the Halls," to be performed at the parent lunch on the 18th. It seems to be a hit. I think it's all the Fa-la-la-ing. Friday, I'm planning to give a mid-parcial quiz on useful classroom phrases and current vocabulary. 2nd grade is speaking better than ever! You may get on your knees this night and beg God to teach me how to unlock such radical English in 3rd grade. Oy vey.

(With three of my precocious 2nd graders: Erick, Ibraham, and Maycol. Not sure where my head got off to.)