Each Wednesday (or thereabouts) I’ve been recording a Curiosity Journal to recap the previous week using these tag words: reading, playing, learning, reacting and writing. Sometimes I mix up the order, just to keep you on your toes.
Care to join me?
I hate assigning letter or percentage grades to students’ writing projects.
I’d like to say, “Forget grades. Let’s just write. Give me your best work, and we’ll see how to make it stronger.” But our homeschool co-op families need grades for high school transcripts, and we want those grades to accurately reflect a student’s work in each class, so I review papers and then, at the end, have to make a decision.
I hate it. That last step makes me want to quit.
My time to write has been swallowed in big gulps by writing class tasks.
Though I cannot go into detail about health issues any of our family members are dealing with, I will report that I am currently sitting in a waiting room while someone I love is under the knife. I’m told the injury and resulting surgery are common. I appreciate hearing people tell us that; we are somewhat comforted knowing we aren’t facing a rare and difficult procedure.
We have no reason to doubt that all will go well, but still…while this may be common for the surgeon, it is not common for for us. So we sit and wait and pray and hope that all goes smoothly.
I’ve had so much fun taking my eldest daughter on a couple of photo shoots. Even though I took these a few weeks ago, I thought I’d share a few today, with her permission.
If I don’t write something down, I forget it. This goes for everything from remembering to leave for an appointment to remembering to take a multivitamin. I keep it all on my smartphone these days, using a to-do list for tasks or prayer requests and a calendar for regular reminders. The silliest thing I’ve scheduled is a weekly reminder to tell my son to take a shower the night before our homeschool co-op. Be assured he takes showers more frequently than once a week, but I want to ensure he will be clean and fresh for the next morning; and because I forget so many things, I just scheduled it in.
To ensure I remember to pray daily for two people who are dealing with particularly hard situations, I decided to schedule that, as well. Every day at 3:20 p.m. Eastern time, my phone’s calendar flashes a reminder to “Pray for ___________ and _________ ” (names protected for privacy). This has worked well. The phone vibrates or beeps a reminder. Even if I have the sound set to mute, the message will flash on the screen for me to see.
One day I was standing at the counter of a hip clothing store chatting with the owner, a visual artist, about graphic design. Though I’d come in to pick up some sweatshirts, my daughter and I wanted to pick his mind about his line of work. While we talked, I set my phone on the sweatshirts. Just as I was about to ask my last question, a customer came up to the register to pay. I slid down the counter a bit so she could have space.
She leaned against the counter and pulled out her credit card to pay, but the owner had to go to the back of the store to grab something for her. We were all standing there with nothing to do, so I turned to say something to my daughter, and just then, my phone flashed “Pray for ___________ and _________.” I quickly turned to swipe away the alarm but not before the lady spotted it. She was staring straight at the screen, reading the words. I avoided eye contact and grabbed the phone. After I fumbled with it and stuck it in my purse, I peeked at her again; she seemed pensive as she processed this odd alert. I looked away quickly, wondered what she was thinking. Self-conscious, I imagined that she was wondering if I was indeed praying for ___________ and _________ right there at the counter. I was trying, but having my prayer life on display left me a bit distracted.
After she paid and left, I wondered if she would go home that afternoon and tell her husband and friends about the woman at the T-shirt store who scheduled prayer for two friends at 3:20 in the afternoon. Just so you know, I did manage to pray for ___________ and _________. But later, driving home, I wondered if that woman whispered some simple prayer of her own for my friends…and who knows? Maybe the next day at 3:20 she thought her own friends and prayed for them, as well.
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