Preacher’s Wife Teaching Life

This weekend, my sisters, my mom and I went on a girls weekend in the metroplex. We had a lot of fun and it was nice to have a weekend with just females...especially females I really love. I left my boys (my husband and doggy) at home to have a man's weekend. They rented movies, laid in bed, and did whatever boys do when they are left to themselves...? I also kind of left a few chores at the house that I hoped would be finished when I got home but I didn't really say anything about it on my way out. Needless to say, when I got home the house was in...an undesirable state. To their credit, I got home earlier than expected and they didn't get the last minute time they were counting on to clean up. I walked in the door, and saw all the little messes left behind (laundry, dishes, dirty floor, etc) and was just SO not happy. I started doing that mad cleaning thing where you're just tearing through the house putting things away, throwing dirty clothes in the basket, slamming

Were you ever a subject of a rumor? Did something ever get spread around about you like wildfire and you didn’t have the tools to put it out? The thing about rumors, gossip, and slander is that if the originator would have just asked you about it, you probably could have put a stop to it. It was probably something so minor that could have been cleared up in the matter of one conversation. Instead, people went around trying to solve your problems, trying to say what THEY would have done and what YOU should have done…when all they had to do was ask. They build up a case against you and sometimes even formulate a plan to fix you or your problem. Most of the time with gossip, it’s an issue you and one other person can work out between the two of you before God…if you’re willing. That’s where Joshua 22 comes in. We had a special Sunday this week with baby dedications and a personal testimony so Joshua 22 will be spread out over two weeks. This week, God wants to deal with gossip and hono

My hubby started last Sunday's sermon with a hilarious recounting of the paintball excursion he participated in with some of the guys from church. He is ex military so he's no stranger to this sort of atmosphere and has experience in rocking courses like the one provided at the paintball park. HOWEVER, it has been many moon since his military days AND the guys he was participating with weren't necessarily military trained - great teammates and loads of fun but there was an obvious miscommunication when my hubby reverted back to military lingo. He told the story of the different levels provided at this course, the over zealous 12 years olds wanting to dominate this thing, and his inability to communicate properly with his teammates. He detailed this place that everyone wanted to get to so they could take cover and not get shot. A place of refuge that could allow them to have a one up on the other players. A safe place. We're to a place in Joshua where all the tribes ar

When you're waiting in line for something REALLY awesome, do you: a) push your way to the front to make sure you get what's yours? b) wait patiently in line while watching the crazies elbow each other for something we're all going to get anyway? c) wait until someone buys it for you so you don't have to deal with the effort? Joshua 14-19 tells a story of these three types of receivers as he lines out the allotment of the land. Again in these chapters, there are a lot of names and places that can make your head spin but Pastor Dad (David) was able, through God's revelation, to line up these chapters in a much more relevant way. We are to the point where Joshua is getting old and is losing a little steam. He still believes in the promise and wants to move on but is not as able to. Caleb came in with fresh energy and reminded Joshua to allot the land to its respective owners. So by Caleb's prodding, they explore the land, allot it to appropriate tribes, and

I went into my first year of teaching high school math totally green, inexperienced, and super stoked about my new adventure as an adult at the ripe age of freshly 22. I had a couple classes of 9th grade Algebra students who are still very dear to my heart. On one of their first tests, I did everything I thought I could to prepare them, which included giving them a different version of the actual test for their review. They did the review in class and I helped them with it and I was confident I had prepared them properly for the test. I gave out the test the next day, graded it, and was SHOCKED that 90% of my students failed. I was livid! I was so mad that they hadn't taken advantage of the help I'd given them - the leg up on being totally prepared for this test and I took it out on them. I yelled at them and told them how disappointed I was. I exclaimed how LUCKY they were to be given the test ahead of time and how silly it was of them to not appreciate it. My outburst was met