Yesterday we arrived at our new home, farther north in the Midwestern United States! Continue reading
The inspiration for this poem/song came from seeing a couple walk away arm-in-arm under a colorful umbrella from the living hall I was watching over in 2008 as a conference services assistant. I wished I could have a guy to walk under an umbrella with, but I chose to be content for then–and these words came out. I had to wait five more years until my guy came…
Under Your Umbrella
Don’t give up hope, Dear,
your time will come.
It’s not your turn yet.
Enjoy these days,
of walking your own pace,
under your umbrella,
to where you want to go.
The days will come when
you will walk in step with a dreamer,
a wise man,
Trust it’s coming.
Prepare the way.
Enjoy your own pace
and umbrella right now.
If you are waiting for a spouse, don’t give up hope. I had to wait a long time, but he is so worth the wait!
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Soon after discovering I was pregnant, Stephen and I agreed that we would like to find out the gender of our baby. Our reasoning was, “Why not?! We would like to know in order to get ready, call him or her by name before he or she is born, and we are curious!”
We waited until our 20-week ultrasound in the middle of June, which was the day we started our big road trip. Since we didn’t have time to throw a big party a day or two later, we wanted to find out if our baby was a boy or girl at the doctor’s office and then tell people ourselves through cakes and signs.
“Your teaching is 3000 times better than our literature teacher last year!” One of my students said this to me this afternoon, and he explained that my way of teaching writing helped him feel confident for our ACT Aspire test that we did this week. His words made my heart happy!
Yesterday all of our students took a writing test that I had been working with them toward all year. I taught them brainstorming techniques, about thesis statements, and tips on time writing test, and yesterday was the day where they put it all together.
I saw six of my seventh graders using their brainstorming techniques, and I heard from a lot of the other teachers that my students used their brainstorming skills on the writing test! Several six grade girls let me knows that knowing how to write a thesis statement really helped them on this test. One of them started blushing, but I’m really glad she let me know.
To top it all off, the eighth graders, who have challenged me all year, admitted that what they had been learning really did help them on the test. One young man said, “what you taught us really helped me on the test! I brainstorm for about five minutes and then I took the rest of the time to write my essay.”
My response was, “Hearing this made my year!!!”
I had been hired with the goal in mind to help our students improve their writing, and hearing this feedback from the students helps me know that I have accomplished at least some of my goal. I am so thankful for my students and that they are learning!
The sky’s shade of blue is always transitioning; when there are clouds, the blue is mixed with white. When the skies clear, the blue is so solid and majestic. My favorite time to enjoy a solid blue sky is in the middle of winter when the blue is so deep it is the color of light blueberries.
Another kind of blue I love is when water reflects the sky. Especially if there is a wind, the water has much more flecked and textured shade of blue. The blue is a mixture of light and dark depending on how the wind is blowing.
On my run this morning, I get to see both kinds of blue: the textured blue of the water and the white and blue mixture of sky, and it is transferring a lot of peace to my heart. Have a great day!
Is it harder for older sisters to get married? Yes, I think it is. Birth order does matter; older children just have different pressures and experiences than their younger siblings, and this can influence their love lives. Especially this holiday season I’ve seen more Google searches that lead older sisters to my article “My Younger Sister is Getting Married, and I’m Still Single” that I wrote two and a half years ago; now it is time to follow up that piece. What has happened with my love life? What have I learned since then?
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Life updates: My love life has blossomed since I wrote that article, and I am now married to a wonderful man named Stephen (you can see engagement photos here: Our Silly Engagement Photos ). My younger sister is still ahead of me by becoming a mother to a wonderful little guy and having another one on the way. I had to practice what I wrote again when my younger brother got engaged before me too, but I still got married before him, so I wasn’t the last child in our family to get married. Some lessons I’ve realized about how to help love grow include learning to relax, trusting God’s timing, and being willing to risk love.
Have hope! This light coming through the bloom just relaxes me. My Mom’s new temporary place has amazing flowers that she helps her landlady with, and we got to see in the setting sun last night on a quick stop through Rockford. It is wonderful to be married and at home! More stories to come of the wedding. 🙂
-Mary Hope Schuh 🙂
Copyright 2016 by Mary H. Schuh
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I clean an animal hospital twice a week, and for about two weeks now, these tulips have caught my eye as I pulled in. On Wednesday I took the time to walk over and enjoy them close up! Now I get to share them with you. Notice how deep the red is–it has a blue side to it, and this shade of red rushes my heart with joy.