Words - Proceed with Caution

I have had a romantic relationship with words for probably ten years now.  I collect them.  I dress them up.  I simplify them.  I take them on outings to see what it is like to be around them.  I add some.  I loose some.  I find out what works best for me.  But most of all, I think about how they affect the people around me.

I must say I fail miserably sometimes.  They often come out of my mouth way too quickly without a thought of how they will be received.

It has saddened me that we are all becoming too sensitive about words but in the last couple of years I have heard stories that have helped me understand why.  When someone finds a word soul-piercing there is usually a reason.  A reason that I would never care to experience.

I must love someone enough to look for words that give hope, that diminish the hurt and extend the possibilities.

Words -

Proceed with caution.

I have two beautiful and amazing daughters and I couldn't be more proud of them.  I consider it a tremendous privilege to be their momma.  I truly don't deserve such precious gifts.

My oldest daughter will be celebrating a birthday soon and I will share more about her in August when it is her special day.  Today is my youngest daughter's birthday and I have been reminiscing about the joy she has brought to our family all these years.

As a child Sarah was very quiet, had a great wit about her, and loved to play and imagine.  I loved watching her play with her sister and use her imagination.

As she was growing up she was often mistreated by peers and it overwhelms my heart to even think about it.  As a momma I wish I could have shielded and protected her more.  I wish I had more answers than questions as a mother.  As a young woman she endured even more trials and they, too, broke my heart.  

The storms she weathered have made her such an incredible person, however.  Sarah is the epitome of "grace without margins."  She has learned the meaning of grace and continually extends it to a variety of people.  Those that are in the margins have been gifted with a beautiful advocate that will help them out of those margins.  Sarah continually reaches out to a variety of people that have felt left out or wounded or need a voice.  I couldn't be more proud of the strength and beauty she possesses.  

Happy Birthday, Sarah!  

You are an amazing young woman.  

I love you!  Mom

Hug Somebody!

It has been a great summer so far.  I have truly enjoyed having time with each of my grandchildren.  They all bring out something different in me and help me to be a better person.  

My oldest grandson is such an encourager.   He often sees me practicing my Spanish lessons and always has an encouraging word, even if I can't roll my R's very well.  I love what he said to me yesterday, "Meme, I know why you are learning Spanish.  You don't want anyone to feel left out."  What a beautiful thing to say.  He is incredibly tender-hearted.

My oldest granddaughter wants to talk about literature with me.  We talk about all kinds of books and our love for reading.  She is my challenger.  She challenges me to read a variety of books and to expand my interests.  I love that about her.  She also has a joy about her that is contagious.

My little grandson makes me smile all day long.  I love listening to his vocabulary expand.  I love seeing the world through his eyes.  He is always full of excitement and adventure.  

And my little granddaughter is my symbol of hope and drive.  In our crazy little world these days, she reminds me to try harder to make this world a better place.  The beauty in her eyes continues to give me hope.

Being a parent, and now a grandparent, is a blessing that I never want to take for granted.  I have spent the last couple of months working on a book about grandmothers.  The words just poured out of my heart.  The book is with my editor right now and I look forward to sharing it with you soon.

In the meantime, hug your kids!  Hug your grandkids!  And if you don't have any, find some other kids to hug that need it.  This world could use a lot more hugging :)

Explaining Autism to Children

I am excited to share this great video on autism.  Summer is a great time to talk to your children about a variety of topics and have the time to discuss them.  Thankfully our children are getting the opportunity to be with children with autism but often they don't build relationships because so many questions are left unanswered.  This is a great tool to help them build relationships.


https://www.facebook.com/SPEDPH/videos/1670887129605859/?autoplay_reason=gatekeeper&video_container_type=0&video_creator_product_type=2&app_id=2392950137&live_video_guests=0

Here are some discussion questions you may want to use:

What things are you good at?
What things are difficult for you?
Isn't it great that God made us all different?
Do you know anyone in your school with autism?
Have you ever talked to him/her?
Do you have any questions?  (Don't be afraid of questions because you can research and learn together if you don't know the answer)
What could you and your classmates do to help him/her feel more comfortable and more included?

For more information you may want to visit:  https://www.facebook.com/SPEDPH/?hc_ref=ARQpjeb0dVn2ojlHMuMBchumDcTNTP2_1h3oSQOGlQDzekjxGakHfEO2ddNbD8rdkeI&fref=nf

Heroes Through All Stages of Life

What a powerful picture this is for me and I hope it will be to you...

This is my father's grave.  He passed away 15 1/2 years ago from Multiple Myeloma.  Dad served in the Korean War.  His main responsibility was to identify the dead.  Dad served in small towns in Texas during the 60's, trying to bridge the gap between the church and the acceptance of minorities.  He served in the Food For Peace program, trying to bridge the gap between resources and the poor.  He served as a teacher in the prison system, trying to bridge the gap between the opportunity for education and the incarcerated.  He served as Deputy Director of Equal Employment Opportunity Commission, trying to bridge the gap between employment and equal employment and wages for all people.  When Dad retired he tried to close the gap between exposure to church and a true walk with the Lord.  He served our country in powerful ways.

Also in this picture is my mom.  Mom tried to clear any obstacle in the way for my dad to serve in the ways he felt called to.  As a mother, Mom tried to clear any obstacle that would limit the success and opportunities for her children.  Mom served on the PTA and ran for Country Commissioner to support schools and her community.  She continued her education so she could serve in the church as a pastor and encourage people to understand what following Christ really means.  Mom served gang members with grace and she led Bible studies with women that were incarcerated.  Mom is almost 80 and continues to serve as a Stephen's Minister and continually looks for people that are in the margins in her community.  I know she struggles with what this stage of life means for her, but she is continually focused on the inclusion and support of those around her.  

When my mom saw this picture she said, "I am getting old!"  I don't see the white hair or the changes in mobility in this picture.  I see years and years of wisdom.  I see the sacrifices both of my parents made over the years.  I see the example they set for the rest of us.  The picture reminds me of all of the people they have helped out of the margins of society.

It was an honor to take Mom to Dad's grave yesterday.  I have to admit we don't go very often.  Before Dad passed he told me he didn't want me spending time there because that is not where he would be.  I do want to get back over and put new flowers in the vase but I know, and he knows, he is in my heart, all day and every day.  I often ask myself, who would Dad want me to help today and we do it together.  Mom and Dad, thank you for being such great heroes to me.

"A hero is someone who has given his or her life 

to something bigger than oneself."

– Joseph Campbell

Pray? Hope? Do something?

The last several months have been challenging for me.  Things were going so well in ministry and suddenly it felt like God unplugged me.   There were less calls...e-mails...connections.  It was a sad time for me because I care so deeply about people left in the margins, specifically those with a disability that are in the margins.  My closest friends could see my anguish but I don't know that they understood it.

I had passion.  I had commitment.  I had time.  God wanted me to be still.  As a dear friend told me, "Relax and enjoy your children and grandchildren and wait for God's timing."  Being a woman that always has a cause and a goal, that is tough.

In the last several weeks my view of who is in the margins has expanded.  Youth struggling with their sexual identity are in the margins...and so are their parents.  Youth struggling with mental illness are in the margins...and so are their parents.  Youth that, for whatever reason, have made a decision to attack their school and take the lives of their peers have been in the margins.  I cannot even fathom the feelings of their parents.  They are incredibly alone in their pain.  Please know I am not making light of those choices, they are heart-breaking, but I do think about the marginalization that got them there.

I don't know what God's plans are for me but I keep thinking about what I can do.  The situation with our schools is tragic and URGENT.  Prayer is a powerful tool.  Hope is a powerful tool as well but as my daughter has on her Facebook wall, "Hope doesn't get the job done."

My intent is not to get political or choose a side. As a country we are all heart-broken over the loss of life in our schools and the lingering fear of more.  We can pray, we can hope, but we can also do something.

I know for me, I am making a commitment to engage with people more.  Some of our high school students are so in the margins that they are never greeted, included in a group or invited anywhere.  I will never forget the young man that lived across the street.  He always had his head hanging low and was dressed in dark clothing.  I told him hello once but I never had a conversation with him.  He committed suicide.  Shame on me for never extending myself to him.  What deep regrets I have!

I am working on a plan, but in the meantime, I plan to pay more attention and reach out to those around me.  I have to educate myself a little more and meet with a few people but I will let you know how God's plan unfolds.  In the meantime, think about what you can do.  Always remember there must be grace in the margins, just as grace has been extended to each of us.

The Gift Exchange

I have been working on another book for about a year.  Hopefully I will finish it someday soon.  I share the following excerpt because it is how I feel about all children and even adults.  We have something to offer everyone in our classroom.  

Then comes the moment we have all been waiting for, the first day of school.  I have on my new outfit that I hope looks professional, yet relaxed and fun.  One-by-one 15 little personalities come into my classroom.  Some are shy and stand behind their mommas.  Some are bold and race through the classroom checking out the toys.  And some of them, well, they check me out wondering what I will be like.  Why do I have “white” hair?   And why can’t they have the same teacher they had last year?

On that special day one, though, as the kids enter my classroom I have one thought in mind, “What do they need from me?”  I will not treat them all the same because they will all need something different from me.  There will be the little boy that is afraid to speak in front of people.  There will be the little girl whose parents are going through tough financial times.  There will be the shy little boy that just needs someone to “get him,” and the little girl that needs someone to tell her on a daily basis that she is as smart as anyone else in the classroom.  They will all need something different.

I like to think of myself as having a bag full of gifts and I have something special in my bag for each student in my class.  My job is to figure out which gift they need from the bag in order to grow, gain confidence, and become all that God has designed them to be.

Whether you are in an educational classroom or a ministry classroom, the "gift exchange" can be life-changing for the teacher and the student.