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Dear Friend, Blue Sunshine

Dear Friend,

I don’t know who you are or even if you’ll see this, although I hope and pray that you do.

You have now blessed me twice by the simple act of sending me a card and a gift.

It’s amazing how a simple envelope with my name on it can stop my world for a moment and pull me right out of my own thoughts. The envelope today was a soft, lovely shade of blue, warm and inviting on a rainy day.

I couldn’t imagine who might be sending me a card on not-my-birthday and not-my-anniversary and not-a-holiday. See, with the advent of all things technology, an envelope hand-addressed to me is a precious treasure.

Today was a day to miss the sun, to remember how bright and beautiful the past few days have been.

Did you know that blue can be sunshine? Friend, your hand-written blue envelope was the warm sunshine in my day today!

Blue Sunshine - Thank you to a dear friend - is it you? || rebekahmhallberg.com

So thank you - thank you for blessing me with kindness, with your time, with the gift and with the blue sunshine. Thank you for thinking of me, taking time for me and standing with me. And thank you for not telling me who you are; there’s something very special to me about God working in this beautiful way!

One of my favorite song lyrics is sung by Michael W. Smith:

This is what you’re made for
Standing in the downpour
Knowing that the sun will shine
Forget what lies behind you
Heaven walks beside you
You’ve got to give it one more try
One more time

Dear Friend, thank you for standing beside me in a time when it’s so easy to feel so alone. Thank you for waiting through the rain, for being sunshine, for sending sunshine, for meeting me where I am and not being afraid to hang out with me.

The sun will shine again for me, and you’re going to be there to see the rainbow! I’m not sure who you are - for now you’ll be my blue sunshine - absolutely beautiful.

In honor of you, I’m going to pay it forward in a small, small way. Because I realized just how precious it can be to receive a hand-written envelope with my name on it, I’m going to spend time writing notes to people who I would like to bless. I will sign each one with my name, and in honor of my blue sunshine, whose kindness I can never pay back, so I will only try to pay forward.

Thank you, from the bottom of my heart. I’m praying God takes the blessings that you are pouring on me and doubles them in your life.

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The Goodness of One Simple Moment

Many good things have happened in our home lately - many! I’m taking note of all the blessings. But last week? My heart. My heart has overflowed with the goodness of one simple moment.

I don’t write about the special needs aspect of our lives quite as much anymore, - at least, not the day-to-day of it, but there are some times when things need shared, and accomplishments need celebrated, and life needs to be valued.

The Goodness of One Simple Moment

When I was pregnant with Picasso, tests came back abnormal and there were all sorts of health issues, and we were given a choice.

THE choice.

To us, it was not a choice. Keeping the baby, despite the uncertainty of what may happen, was our decision, no matter what.

The first 5 years of his life really challenged our convictions in the “no matter what” of love.

I am a special education teacher by trade. My gut told me something was wrong, but I could not get a doctor to listen, to share my concerns, or to believe me, and so our choice to love, no matter what, was a struggle we ventured through on our own when we really should have had more help.

After a time, I crossed paths with another mom in the same situation and God used her in mighty ways to get to a point in my heart, and a therapy center, where I could begin to get help for my son.

When we started there 3.5 years ago, his reciprocal language scores were low. So very low. Maybe they never even fully developed. He didn’t know to look at people, he did not read facial expressions, he took no cues from others. He did not understand conversation, and he didn’t look at people talking to him, so he had no possible way of learning (or understanding) emotions.

His emotional development was also very far behind where it should be.

A lot of his therapy has centered around verbal and non-verbal cues, prompting to help him learn to LOOK at people when he’s interacting with them - to notice their facial expressions. From there he was supposed to try to recognize their facial expressions and then verbalize his recognition of facial expressions and other verbal or non-verbal cues. For example, did they look happy? sad? angry?

Last week, our daughter was doing an art project that was an extension of a lesson she had about Henri Matisse. She colored shapes, cut them out and glued them onto paper to make a beautiful scene. She then asked me where Matisse was buried. She said she wanted to take her picture to lay at his stone (that was her word for grave). Matisse would have been honored to receive that work!

My son was cutting shapes, too. As we often affectionately refer to him as Picasso because of his love for art, I was not surprised to find him joining in her project.

And then, there it was. Even now, my eyes fill with tears. My heart is full, so full.

I could not capture his words quickly enough, and typed through my tears. Later he permitted me to take some pictures, as he again described some of the most beautiful words I’ve ever heard from him.

You needed the background of what he has struggled with, as shared above, to understand and appreciate what happened. And while I don’t expect that you will have the same tear-filled, joy-overflowing response that I did, please “get” this. Please understand JUST how big this is:

He said, while manipulating shapes, “You can just FEEL his emotions, can’t you?!”

He once knew no emotions. He once recognized nothing pertaining to emotions.

And now he FEELS them?!?! That’s understanding on a whole other level!!!

He went on to manipulate pieces of paper, shapes he had cut out, into these forms, and labeled each picture - some as a type of person, some as an emotion.

Faces 1 - 1 Faces 2 - 1

Please, tell me you understand? It’s taken 3.5 years of therapy, and 9 years of his life, to know an emotion, understand an emotion. And now that he can create the emotion, it means he has internalized the meaning, the understanding of it, and knows the “why” behind the emotion.

I couldn’t capture the information quickly enough and then get it sent to the therapists. They all got back to me quickly and expressed their utter amazement! Then, at one of his sessions last week, apparently he made more faces, different faces.

He made sequencing plans with another therapist in order to have some “cooking homework”. He still struggles with small things like, “Put your pajamas on, brush your teeth and go to bed.” But now he’s starting to follow multi-step cooking directions, feeling more confident in his own abilities within life.

My heart. The joy we might have missed with this one, or any of our kids, if our decision-making had been any different.

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Blessings in Education

roseThe end of the school year is always a time of mixed emotions for me. On one hand, I’m so happy to be nearly done with school and have another year under our belts. On the other hand, it’s a time of “g00d-bye” and “see you later” to some of my greatest blessings in education.

We homeschool, sort of, and we send our kids to school, sort of. We use an online charter school that is an alternative to our local neighborhood public school. This option works great for us in allowing the kids to work at their own pace, but also allowing someone else to keep all the school records. I live in a state that is not particularly homeschool-friendly, so this online charter school was the best choice for me. In our form of schooling, I am the learning coach - I am the hands-on teacher, the 1:1 resource for each of my children. However, each of my kids has a head teacher. (I must pause here to say that with our child who has special needs, having a head teacher from whom to request resources and ideas, is such a help!)

Education is so important to me. My parents valued education and that made a tremendous difference in my life. I want the same - and more - for our children. So when my oldest son came home from the local Christian school one day, in 2nd grade, to tell me how bored he was, I decided to listen to him and look at options. That is how we arrived to this particular charter school.

srmhMy daughter is at the end of 1st grade. What sweet beauty and innocence she brings to the educational process - the world is unfolding before her and reading, especially, is enabling her to explore beyond her wildest dreams! Her teacher is everything you would imagine a first-grade teacher to be: kind, gentle, compassionate, with the ability to share even more of the world with her students. In her gentle way, she has charmed my daughter into a greater love of learning through the online classes, individual emails and occasional phone conversations.

EDHMy younger son is about to complete 2nd grade. He is the our child with special needs. I remember emailing his teacher at the beginning of the year, saying that we highly value education in our home, and that we were trusting her to come alongside in our journey and help our son on his educational journey. She has been the perfect teacher for him this year! She seems to innately know when to push, just a little more, and when to back off and let him be. She asks questions designed to draw him out when he seems withdrawn, and has a loving way of reigning him in when some work needs to be accomplished.

ITHMy oldest son is finishing his first year of middle school. He has a homeroom teacher, who is also his Language Arts teacher, and 3 other teachers for the other core courses (Math, Science and History). I’ve had a little less interaction with all of them, as schedules are different in middle school, but I’ve exchanged emails with them all, and have talked, in person or on the phone, with all of them.

At the beginning of the year, we were at a school-sponsored outing, talking with some of the staff who had our oldest son in sixth grade. One teacher was telling me about a program called Eighth Grade Scholars. The program takes students who are excelling in seventh grade and gives them the opportunity to skip 8th grade, and enter 9th grade a year early. My son was intrigued with this, and so was I. As academics seems to be his niche, this program seemed like it might be a good fit!

We went through all of the necessary steps to apply for the Eighth Grade Scholars program - he carried grades of 95% or better, all year. ALL school year. In every subject. Some of those grades came easily, others he had to really work for. He applied for, and was accepted into, the National Junior Honor Society. He completed the application form, which included listing all of his community service and leadership roles for the past couple of years. I don’t know about you, but at 12 years old, we had to really think about what those roles looked like in his life. But sure enough, when we looked for leadership and community service, even at 12 years old, we were surprised by how much we found. These won’t necessarily look the same for kids as for adults, but don’t discount the many things that kids do - raking leaves for a neighbor, helping at Vacation Bible School, things like that. That’s where their leadership and service qualities begin, and start to be noticed.

On Tuesday we received word that our son was accepted into the Scholars program - HOORAY! With that acceptance, I sent a short email to his teachers, thanking them for their time and effort to make his learning enjoyable and rewarding. I thanked them for partnering with us, for working with him to keep his grades high, for inspiring him to achieve even more! I included a short quote from “Oh, The Places You’ll Go” by Dr. Seuss, because I love that poem!

I got several replies to that email, all applauding our son’s efforts and our family’s efforts to keep education a priority. One teacher replied that his skipping 8th grade is bittersweet for her, as she won’t have him for next year’s classes. But she picked a line out of the Dr. Seuss poem for him, too - “Kid, you’ll move mountains!”

Their teachers are my greatest asset in making sure they have every advantage, educationally. As we get to the end of the year, consider what our teachers do - for our own kids, and for so many others. The news has been full of teachers who go above and beyond, even willing to put their own lives in danger in hopes of protecting their students. Most teachers really are that amazing! And while we all give gifts, cards and good wishes, be sure to include a sincere, heartfelt thank you!

 

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Welcome!

Hello! If you’re here, that means you’ve been redirected from an old blog (www.paintingwithpicasso.blogspot.com or www.buildingonjoy.blogspot.com), or you’ve joined me very recently. I’ve combined my two previous blogs - one focused on special needs and one focused on finding joy - into one blog that I’m hoping will allow me some opportunity to blog a little more broadly, yet keep focused on my own little corner of the world. So - WELCOME!

A little about me - I am a daughter, sister, wife, mother, friend, church-goer, joy-seeker, encouragement-giver, laughter-lover, homeschooling mother, coffee-drinker, piano-player, new knitter who loves spending time with family and friends. You can check out the About Me tab over on the right hand side to learn a little more.

I am a special education teacher by trade, which comes in helpful with our son who has some special needs. God was gracious that way! I firmly believe that everyone can learn, but that we often have to figure out specifically how to help someone learn. Not just that, but I believe that everyone has the capacity to understand who God is and that He loves them - regardless of race, gender or mental capacity.

I’ll be updating the blog over the next few days. I hope to be able to start blogging regularly again, next week. There’s a steep learning curve, having switched the blog to a new platform, so please understand that I’m climbing up that curve as best I can. It’s no coincidence that I just got hooked up with a great group of women who blog - a great source of help for all my questions!

So - welcome, whether you’re new here, or have migrated over from the other blogs. This is home now and I’m glad to share this journey with you!

Blessings, friends!

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Your One Thing

Tell me if this sounds familiar: You’re making your way through your day. It’s not the best day, but things are going well. You might change a few things if you could, but you’re up and at ‘em, and really, that’s all that matters in the moment. And then, BAM! Along comes that one thing that derails all those decent feelings you were just having.

This happened to me today. I was on my way to take our son to therapy. We’d been a bit rushed, but things were going okay. I was wishing that the weather wasn’t so gray and rainy, but I can’t change the weather, so I was choosing to just be happy that we’d gotten up and ready and out the door on time.

And then - BAM! - a traffic jam on the highway. I drove past the exit before ours, knowing our exit was 4 miles away and wondering if I should have exited sooner, but given the weather, I figured all the other possible routes were just as congested. And sometimes, there’s a lot of traffic, but it opens up a bit before our exit. Well that was not the case today. Not only did it NOT open it, it stopped. Several times. I knew we’d be late. I was frustrated that a 45-minute drive could take almost twice as long in bad weather. I was wondering what kind of traffic patterns there are that cause major back-ups on all the highways if there’s an accident on just one road? I was generally frustrated and not happy that we’d be late. My attitude took a major dive.

Just moments before, I was feeling okay about the day, but that ONE incident happened and I let that one thing take over and determine my attitude.

I think sometimes we give away too much power to that one negative that tries to creep in.
What if I had let the traffic continue to affect my mood? What if I stressed about our inevitable tardy arrival to therapy? I may have been more inclined to speed - and in that weather, it would have been even more unwise than usual. I may have snapped at my son, making him feel badly for something outside of our control. I may have made other unwise and unsafe decisions while driving - speeding to get through a yellow light, or swerving in and out of traffic to get to an open lane.
That one thing could have had such a negative impact on my day. It could have completely altered my day, maybe my life. What started as one small, negative thing, completely out of my control, could have changed everything.
What if we didn’t give away so much power to THAT ONE THING? 

Because I was feeling tempted to hurry, and knowing that would have led to unwise decisions, it was pretty easy to recognize that I had given too much power to this one thing, completely outside my control. And I think that’s the key - I think we need to work on taking every thought captive. I think we need to realize that living in peace, or in joy, or in contentedness is a choice. It is our choice. Every day, and every moment.
But it takes work. It takes effort to consciously consider just what you’re thinking about. It takes a desire to want to change our reactions so as to consider how we can get our heart to where we want it to be, rather than to let it be dragged along to where that one negative thing may take it.
So the big question -
What are some ways that we can keep our focus and our heart where we want it to be?
*Be Aware - Consider what you are thinking about; consider how you are feeling.
*Choose Positives - Sometimes it’s hard to get ourselves out of that negative rut. Find something positive and focus on that - make that your “new”one thing.
*Invest Elsewhere - Once you’ve chosen something positive to focus on, lean into it. If you are focusing on great weather, go all out - notice the sunshine, the beautiful clouds, the temperature. You’ll probably notice that you also see beautiful leaves, you may hear the songs the birds sing, you may smell the sweet fragrance of new flowers. Your ONE CHOICE to shift your focus will inevitably lead to other wonderful things to focus on - a better way to invest your energy.
*Take Note - I find it very helpful to go back over the situation later; to reflect on other choices I could have made; to note if I chose wisely.
*Attitude of Gratitude - When we can be thankful for something, no matter how small, it becomes so much easier to be thankful for the next thing. As we focus on the many things we can be thankful for, we fill up our heart with those things, leaving less and less room for the negatives.
CHALLENGE:
If you notice a situation like this, work on focusing your energy and your heart where it should be focused.
How will you change what you’re thinking to avoid giving too much power to that one thing?
What will become your new one thing on which you’ll focus?
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Focus On Joy

Here we are, in the season of giving thanks. Usually this is a favorite time of the year for me, so full of many things for which to be thankful. This season is still my favorite and I’m already savoring the precious moments to focus on joy, gratitude and love. However, some recent events have left me needing to work harder to find my joy.
In the past month, we’ve lost -
*Tim’s job (that one that gave him the ability to work from home)
*Our power for a few days during Hurricane Sandy
*Some fridge and freezer food (not much, just some)
*A car, due to an accident that Tim was involved in (the other guy was at fault). Thankfully, Tim was not hurt, and I don’t think the other man was, either.That list looks a little daunting in terms of needs and making life work on a day-to-day basis. If that was the end of it, I could definitely understand how I, or someone else in this situation, could feel a lack of joy. Sometimes, though, you really have to work - HARD! - to keep your focus where it should be. And focusing on joy is requiring me to take a good look at my blessings.

Oswald Chambers

In the past month, we’ve received -
*The news that, despite an accident, Tim wasn’t injured
*The gift of some clothing for our daughter - including a gorgeous Christmas dress
*Several gifts of food (including a type of cereal that I *never* buy for the kids - they’re THRILLED!)
*The blessing that all things related to the car accident are taken care of by our insurance including the use of a rental car until our car is fixed or until it’s determined that it’s totaled (The mechanic didn’t think it would be totaled, but won’t know for sure until he starts taking it apart)
*Several gifts in various forms
*So much encouragement
*A second opinion from an orthodontist, that is saving us time (in the form of appointments we no longer need) and money (no longer needing to pay for braces)
*The opportunity to trust that God knows what He is doing, even when we are uncertain.

When I look at that list, it’s a little easier to truly focus on joy, which is where I want my heart and my mind to be - especially at this time of year.

Anyone else struggling with focusing on joy right now? Feel free to share any thoughts or techniques that work for you, to help maintain your focus.

It’s the most wonderful time of the year - and that’s where I want my focus to be! Circumstances may knock us down for a bit, or leave us wondering why, but they cannot steal our joy!

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Autumn

“Autumn is a second spring when every leaf is a flower.”

-Albert Camus

This is my favorite time of the year. The long days of summer have passed; the cold, East coast winter has not set in yet. It’s still warm enough to get outside to enjoy the sunshine on our faces. And the deep, warm colors are appearing everywhere we look – pumpkins, trees, shrubs, plants. Beautiful!

In our home, autumn brings with it a natural slowing down of life. We have settled into the new school year after a few bumpy weeks. The days begin to get shorter and we start to note, sometimes daily, how soon the evening comes. We seem to buy more hot cocoa at this time of year, preparing for cool, crisp nights and brisk mornings. I can’t bear to turn the heat on, not yet. Soon enough it will go on and warm our home, but for now you’ll find us snuggled under blankets, putting on a pair of socks and enjoying the last few days of keeping the windows open.

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This is the time of year when people begin to reflect back on the year. For some it’s been long, for others it seems to have passed too quickly. Yet it seems that we all take some time, during autumn, to reflect and remember. With each leaf that changes color, with each vibrant color of fall plant, we pause and realize that we are one moment closer to finishing another year.
We deal with special needs in our home and this has taught us so many things. One of the most important, though, is that each moment is special and each victory is worth celebrating, not just for this son, but for all of our children! As I reflect on the year our kids have had, I’m always amazed – so many noteworthy remembrances. They are learning and growing remarkably well, they are all healthy, all have their special interests and are pursuing those, all are showing spiritual growth and depth. I cannot ask for more!

As I consider, particularly, our son with special needs, a wonderful thought occurs to me. We have intentionally focused on celebrating every small victory for him and for our other two children. Every one of them. Because of that, my heart is full. As I pause and look around at each warm, vibrant shade of autumn, I am overwhelmed – each changing leaf, each lovely shade of autumn, represents a warm memory of our year. Maybe it was a pronouncement of physical health by our favorite pediatrician; maybe it was a new skill learned and mastered; maybe it was a kindness extended to another. We’ve come a long way and every autumn gives me a chance to reflect on that and to enjoy the warm remembrances that fill my heart!

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Our Conversation

I sent the following letter to Picasso’s therapy team today:
Hi Everyone!
Just wanted to let you know about a MAJOR accomplishment at our house today.
Picasso was working in his Music Theory book at the piano this morning and from my seat across the room, it looked like he was doing well with it. I was encouraged that he picked it up on his own to work on it. He set it down and walked away from the piano & started to play with a truck.
And then he said, “I think you’re going to be mad at me when you see what I’ve done.”
My first, internal reaction was, (uh-oh, oh no…we’ve done SO well for so long).
What I *said*, though, with NO hint of emotion in my voice, was, “What did you do?”
He replied, “You’ll have to look.”
I said that I didn’t know where to look - upstairs? downstairs? inside? outside?
He answered with, “Here, I’ll show you.”
He brought me his piano theory book with scribbles in it. In pencil.
{HOORAY for the “in pencil” part - sure beats the “in Sharpie” part of years past!}
I asked what was wrong and if he was mad. He replied, “Maybe.” I asked what he was mad or upset about. He still hasn’t told me and that’s ok - it may come out at some point, or may not. I think it was because he wanted to play something with his brother, but his brother had been building something of his own.
Anyway, I told Picasso that if he was mad, he could always tell me, or he was welcome to take construction paper and draw. I pointed out that the construction paper was different colors and he could choose from the colors to match his mood if he wanted. He said, “Okay, thanks.”
He asked if he could watch a movie with Tim & all of us (specifically asking for Tim). It would be about 10 minutes before Tim was ready to watch the movie, so I suggested that Picasso take an eraser and clean up his theory book while he was waiting. He was perfectly happy with that.
So, he -
*initiated a conversation on feelings;
*projected his idea of what my feelings might be, onto the situation;
*and continued the discussion with me.
A huge success!
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On How I Came to Find Myself Employed

At the end of June, Tim started a new job that allowed him to work from home. We were very encouraged by this opportunity as it fits so well with our decision to school our children at home. It also helps to have Tim at home with various therapy trips that we have to make each week - it was just a huge blessing to have this opportunity.
One of the aspects of getting a new job is figuring out the pay system. Some employers pay weekly, or every two weeks, some by direct deposit, some by check. So it’s a normal thing to figure out just how this will all work out. Tim’s employer got him set up with direct deposit which seemed to be the easiest option for all parties. We were told that Tim would get paid every two weeks. That was the same as his previous job, and that would work out just fine.
Early in July, our pastor started a sermon series on a book called The Blessed Life, by Robert Morris. The book works on the idea, which is scriptural, that if you give God the first portion out of your earnings, he will bless the rest. So if you tithe first - if you make that the first 10% you deal with in your paycheck, God will bless the remainder of your paycheck. In Malachi 3:10, we read:
“Bring the whole tithe into the storehouse, that there may be food in my house. ‘Test me in this,’ says the LORD Almighty, ‘and see if I will not throw open the floodgates of heaven and pour out so much blessing that you will not have room enough for it.’”
The idea of tithing has never been a difficult thing for me. The practice of tithing, though, has been a little scary at times. But without the act of tithing, there isn’t the blessing that comes and the faith doesn’t grow as a result of watching God provide. It’s not easy to tithe, but it’s certainly the right thing. So often we’d worked on making sure the bills were paid and then we’d think, “Oh, the tithe check,” and often we’d head off to church and forget to even take the checkbook.
When we started reading through The Blessed Life, we decided that we’d pay our tithe FIRST, and trust God to provide for all the rest of the needs that followed. It was a priority shift in our minds - making sure the priority got taken care of, and trusting that He would bless the rest. No - we’re not looking for loads of money to come our way, we’re not assuming that tithing will turn us into millionaires - none of that. We’re choosing to say, “God, the provision of finances comes from you and we choose to honor you with our finances and trust that you will bless us, as it says in Malachi, and provide for our needs.” (Note, needs, not wants).
The first pay period came…and went…with no direct deposit. Gulp. Had we made a mistake? Tim called in to his employer who promised to immediately send a check, which he did. Now, when the money didn’t go in on the day it was supposed to, I panicked. It’s what I do. Sigh. Yes, apparently I have very little faith in this area. It all worked out, but rather than trust that it would be okay, I panicked.
At the end of the second pay period, I decided to trust (at least, I thought I was trusting) that the money would be in our account correctly. After all, God had worked it all out the first time, the least I could do was trust that this would work out as well, right? So the morning of July 27th, the day of what should have been our second pay period, there was no direct deposit. Uh-oh. I took deep breaths and then panicked. It’s what I do. To my credit, I think I panicked a little less than I did the first time around. I think.
{Now - the good news. This paycheck nonsense has all been worked out and August has been right on track with paychecks. No worries, and I’m glad for that!}

The second paycheck was supposed to be July 27th. And, as I said, I panicked. A little. I decided that since we had committed to honoring God with our finances, I was sure he could take care of us and make sure this got straightened out, which He did.
Then the mail came on July 27th. In it was a flier with an announcement from the kids’ homeschool group, that they were going to try some new things with the marketing and enrollment teams, and would I like a job for the month of August.
Please note:
Paycheck #2 was due July 27 and did not show up.
Job offer came in the mail on July 27th.
Job offer was addressed to me. Not Tim. Not Tim or me, just me.
The school has never done this type of marketing & enrollment push before.
Tim’s never worked from home so that I could have an opportunity like this before.
I LOVE the school the boys go to and would help in any way possible - even volunteering.
I was the one panicked about the paycheck, and God sent me a letter in the mail to remind me that He was in control of our finances, and that letter gave me an opportunity to give back by way of a job with a company I LOVE!
Really doesn’t get much better than all that, does it?
The letter arrived on Friday, July 27th. Because I had signed up to be a volunteer with the school at the end of 2011, I had all my clearances on file, I had my FBI finger prints on file, and my TB test was on file as well. I got through training and all of the paperwork with HR within a week. And so by August 6th, I was an employee and off to my first day of work.
Now, the job is not all that glamorous. I’m working at a mall kiosk (no, we’re not trying to grab you and rub lotion - or homeschooling - all over you) and we’re available as families have need. Now when I first thought “mall kiosk” I thought, “Wow, not too many people are going to approach us.” And I was right. If we have 10 good conversations in an 11-hour day, we’re doing well.
BUT - those few conversations we do have, are powerful. One boy in 5th grade wanted to learn. He was desperate to learn. At school, the other kids were trying to fight him. His grandma told us that his little friends had shown up on her porch with a knife in hand, to try and hurt him. FIFTH GRADE. It’s those students who we’re there for. When they come over to ask what we’re all about, we tell them. And then we hear their stories and it’s heart-breaking. Education is supposed to be a free privilege to all of our children, in a safe learning environment and so often, it’s anything but safe. And I’m working at a kiosk in the suburbs, not even in the city. It’s so unfortunate. But as they come to us, we’re able to say, “Yes, we have a very safe option for you, and all of the educational materials are provided - and then some! - just like when you go to your neighborhood school.”
Another blessing is the people with whom I work. Both are in need of some encouragement, some support, and it’s been wonderful to have an opportunity to speak into their lives, to encourage them, to pray for them, and to see life from a different angle as we spend time together each day.
And then there are the people who walk the mall. One lady told us that she hadn’t intended to come to the mall that day, and she didn’t stop to get any information. She stopped to talk for just a couple short minutes. She’s around 80 years old, and she just started talking about prayer and God, not knowing who we were or what our beliefs are. She took our hands and prayed for us and really wouldn’t have cared whether we wanted to pray or not.
For me, this has been a walk of faith: New job, messed up paychecks, provision from God for finances about which I worried, opportunity to take this job, opportunity to share my love for the school and how it’s benefited our family so greatly, opportunity to meet new people and hopefully be a blessing to them.
Would I have gotten the flier for this job even IF I had not had an issue in trusting about our finances? Probably. It seems many others in our volunteer group got the same flier. However, for me, it’s so much more than just a job, and it comes - not coincidentally, but by design - at a time when my faith needed to grow!
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He’s Never Late - Always on Time

In May I took Picasso to our favorite pediatrician for his 8-year checkup. He had grown in height, but his weight had not increased to the same proportion and consequently his BMI (body mass index) fell off significantly. He already had a very, very low BMI, and the lack of weight gain did not help. The doctor said she would see him again in 3 months, to make sure he was putting on some weight. She was beginning to monitor him for Failure To Thrive. I walked out of that appointment and just shook my head – because I really did not need yet another thing to have to monitor in our lives. His issues require enough monitoring without having to add a health issue on top of it all.
For a variety of reasons, I found that we’d be needing some alternative avenues for therapy. Nothing has gone wrong, nothing is really problematic - just remember that I don’t always share everything on here. Anyway, I realized we’d be needing some new options for therapy. The place we’ve been going is nearly 45 minutes away, one way, and it’s been quite a trek two times a week. But it filled a need, in a great way, and I’m thankful for that. With what we’re needing now, though, I didn’t want to think of adding more time driving so far away, especially with trying to homeschool 3 kids this year and keep up with everyone’s needs - including my own need for some rest from time to time! But, I don’t like to send our kid to just any therapist, or just any doctor. Probably very much like you, I try to research our options and make a wise choice. The problem is, I knew of no options. Sure, I could search online and probably find some very local places. However, I really was hoping that there would be some clear direction, but none was coming.
Because our need for some new therapy options will be run through the school (IEPs, etc.) there is literally nothing I can do about it until school starts on the 27th. And most likely, it won’t even be on the 27th because one kid has therapy, one kid has a doctor appointment, and it’s the first day of school. So on Sunday I determined that I really wasn’t going to worry about it, and I joked that I had 2 weeks to practice NOT worrying about it.
Yesterday, I took Picasso back to the pediatrician for his weight and BMI re-check. He’s gained a few pounds and while he’s still on the same growth, height and BMI line, he hasn’t dropped at all on the growth charts, so she said he seems to be doing fine and we don’t need to come back until next May for his next well-visit. Last year we had to go to the pediatrician 3 or 4 times, just for him, plus a few additional times for our other kids. She was checking him pretty regularly to make sure he was growing well and doing ok with all of his therapies. Two years ago, we were there 4-6 times, just for his check-ups. So the fact that she said we don’t have to go back until May, unless there’s a problem, is HUGE news for us! He’s very healthy!
Then I mentioned to her that we would be needing some alternatives for therapies. She asked what kinds of therapies and interventions we needed, and so I listed them all for her. She mentioned that she takes her own son to a particular speech/language pathologist in a nearby town, just 10 minutes from home! She wrote down the name of that therapist for me, and I made a mental note to do my homework and call the office to talk to them.
We were set to go, and headed out to the waiting room. Picasso went to pick a couple of stickers, otherwise we would have missed what happened next. I was going to tell him to just skip the stickers so we could get going because we still had to run to the grocery store for a quick trip, and then home to drop off the groceries, and I had to be to work by 11am. But, I let him get a few stickers. Suddenly, I heard someone calling his name, with a sense of urgency. I turned around and there was the doctor, with a huge smile. I couldn’t imagine what might happen next.
The speech/language pathologist she was recommending was THERE. IN THE WAITING ROOM. Bringing her new baby for a check-up. Of course she was, because that’s how God works these things out sometimes! The doctor introduced us and then ran back to her next patient, and I chatted with this lady for just a moment. I explained about the testing we’ll need and the subsequent therapies. She said they do some of what we need there at her office. They do speech/language and social skills. They do not do Occupational Therapy, but that’s ok. She gave me their website so I could look them up.
Then she asked what school we go to. I said I homeschool the boys and that we use PAVirtual Charter School. Guess what? The boys’ school has a contract with the place where she works. Of course they do – because that’s how God works things out sometimes! So what that means is that when school starts and we’re discussing therapy options, I can request that things get handled through that particular office. Amazing!
This morning, I didn’t want to go to the pediatrician. I’m exhausted from a full week of work, church things, getting ready for the new school year, etc. But I knew it was the right thing to do. I don’t miss appointments for the kids, and I don’t mess around where their health and well-being are concerned. And because I went, the questions that I was seeking answers for yesterday – just yesterday!! – God provided answers for today. Not all the answers, but some. Enough to make me feel like I had a direction to go – that I was making at least a somewhat-informed choice on where my child may go to therapy.
Now – this same favorite pediatrician has always said to me that Picasso is just tall and skinny; that he’s stayed on the same growth lines most of his life. This was the first time in 8 years that his BMI has been affected enough to warrant a weight check a few months later. And that weight check was one week after we learned we’d need some different therapy options. It would have been enough for the doctor to just hand me a slip of paper and say, “Try this therapist.” I would have done that, and I probably would have been fine with that.
But God put me IN the office, with the right pediatrician who could give me a great recommendation for a therapist – AND put the therapist in the office. He shut my mouth when I wanted to hurry Picasso away from the stickers, so that I could be there when the doctor came running out to the waiting room, to tell us the therapist was there. God, in His wisdom, had the therapist ask ME where the boys go to school and had her tell me that they have a contract with our school – I wouldn’t have thought to ask that, but it’s important that I know that.
This was a good day - one that I will tuck away to remember on those days when I feel like I’m spinning my wheels, or I’m wondering what the next step is. We don’t always know when the answers will come, and we don’t always know when God will show up - but this one thing I do know: He is never late!
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